There was love, then only confusion
I am the victim of my own delusions
You forgot, my promises are always kept
My heart belonged only to you, except
You wouldnít have it. Now I stand
Alone, and just canít seem to comprehend
The Destination. Where do I go
From here? Who do I know
In here? The Wall comes crashing down
To the beat of drums in this town
We hear the songs but weíre afraid to dance
Do I still have a chance?
Iím impaled on a lance of deception
Do my mindís feeble conceptions
Interest you in the least?