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