There's a touch upon my lips
Left by memory's fingertips
There's a touch upon my skin
Left whenshe went back to him
But I lost my old philosophy
Well the months went by and my love grew strong
Thought she felt the same but I was wrong
She held my old philosophy
Now I'm destroyed by love
Well I still believed that I would win
Cos I was a better man than him
She held the new philosophy
But the love she felt was not for me
Said she would have to set me free
Now I know there's no philosophy
That can't be destroyed by love