"Every time I think of you, I feel shot right through with a bolt of blue. It's no problem of mine, But it's a problem I find Living a life that I can't leave behind. But there's no sense in telling me; The wisdom of the fool won't set you free. But that's the way that it goes. And it's what nobody knows. Well every day my confusion grows.Every time I see you falling, I get down on my knees and pray. I'm waiting for that final moment; You say the words that I can't say."