Sitting here
Not knowing where to steer...

He called me today,
He wanted to see me...

It was nearly dusk,
And the night was made for lust...

I miss the way you look at me
i miss the way you hold me...

I thought he loved me...but i was wrong
i thought i could trust him with my heart... but i...

At first i thought our love had been a special...
Providing that special lift...

It is called the impossible love,
Always wanting to be free as a dove...