Crime Of Passion

And you must stand and face the tale to tell

Who would think that you would take the life of one you

loved so well?

And no-one else could see your point of view

To one and one has always been the answer two, or so

I'm told

How does it feel, knowing you're guilty?

How does it feel, to be all on your own?

With a crime of passion

A game of love and hate, but it's too late

There's no compassion

It's just a tug of war, that's lost before it's begun.

It's never won

It's a crime, it's a crime

And so you have to face the world alone

The life you took and tore apart without a care of your

own

And so he gazes in your eyes so cold

The love you shared, when you were young

Could never heal the pain you hold

So how does it feel, knowing you're guilty?

How does it feel, to be all on your own, on your own?

With a crime of passion

A game of love and hate, but it's too late

There's no compassion

It's just a tug of war, that's lost before it's begun

It's never won

With something you held so dear

How could you throw it away?

Your fatal emotions win the day…

How does it feel?

How does it feel?