The Bad and the Beautiful

Love is wrong, it sings a hopeless song

It longs for bitter disappointment and tears, and tears

It calls to all that used to be

And it yearns for someone who was tender but untrue

Love is blind, it’s helplessly inclined

To bind itself to discontentment and fears, and fears

It [Incomprehensible] on nights that might have been

Love needs nothing more to do

My darling, so I hold each little talking

We knew, we knew

Endlessly I unfold each word we've spoken

We two, we two