Soldiers and dreams are like lovers who come without warning
and take you by surprise when you think you must make it alone
but sooner or later their presence it's only a memory
but you know that without them we'd never have rolled back the stone.
My darling once told me that loving it's better than living
but I told her survival for me it's the easier game
I couldn't live with her it's now I just can't live without her
I thought I'd feel different but somehow I still feel the same
Romeo tells me that Juliet can't live without him
and Aphelia's crazy for Hamlet who wants to be king
and away in the distance Marc-Anthony loved Cleopatra
While Portia sits silent soliloquizing in the wings.
While lovers lie sleeping I find myself travelling towards you
the wind and the rain is as soft as the sigh on your face
What's ever before me is nothing to what I have lived through
the pain, the passion, the lust, the tears and the lies
So if lovers are losers then what price this game we are playing?
And what price the man who has not got the money to pay?
When the voices and prayers of the angels were just an illusion
For the lost and the lonely and those who have nothing to say.