It's never gonna work, my Darling
I can see that the fire in your eyes is dimming
...
Like The Rest Of Them
It's never gonna work, my Darling
I can see that the fire in your eyes is dimming
I'm not the embodiment of perfection
That's what you thought at first, isn't it?
You thought I was an enchantress
You thought I stole your heart,
Ripped it out of it's cage,
And breathed new life into it
You thought I was your new cause for living
You thought we'd sail the open seas,
And conquer uncharted territories
My hand in your hand
Me, the stars to your moon
The shine to your sunny mornings
The missing piece,
The one who would fill the void in the centre of your chest
You were filled with passion,
Bursting with fervour
But now, you see me clearly, don't you?
My "spells" have lost their hold on you
I'm no longer captivating,
No longer exciting
I seem almost "normal",
Like the rest of them
And I am,
I've always been.