Carnal Question

If I came back just a cripple from the war

Would you hold me close just like you did before?

And what in the world would you do

If I could not make love to you?

The question is not whether the freedom we've got

Is worth the consequence of war

The question is just, can I hold you at dusk

Without you asking me for more?

A post-war eunuch

A lover that is lame

Some famous hero, and one shares his name

But where in the world would I go?

You're all that I love and all I know

The question is plain

Could our love still remain

Without it's carnal ecstasy?

Yeah, yeah, yeah

And who in the world would I be

If I lose all of you and half of me?