It's all a matter
of soul and fire.
Infatuation
or true desire.
The thrill of discovery,
divine intervention;
cruel, cruel change,
pain of rejection.
As you walk away
If you decide you need me,
I'll be wondering if I care...
Not there to soothe your soul,
friend to tender friend.
I think our love is coming to an end.
King persuader,
congratulations.
you bought her soul
Princess confusion
come to me again.
Saying goodbye
was so much fun.
When you walk away
feel the freedom in your heart.
There's a joy in letting go,
free to find a love apart.
When I lose control
I need a kind, forgiving friend,
but I think our love is coming to an end.
I know our love is coming to an end.