When I was sixteen I fell in love with an illusion
When I was seventeen, I fell in love with love.
Now I'm older, here in my confusion,
Without emotion left for me to prove,
All that I'm in love with is you.
In my naivety, I thought that it was freedom
To have and hold and smile, even without
The true integrity of my own feeling.
But now I look back, I can't help but doubt
If I ever loved until you.
Now it's growing dark; the light is dying.
I look into your eyes and try to see,
And every fragment of my soul is crying.
'It's only love', they say, but if I'm free,
I'll never love again if I lose you.