we're the writers of this story
the makers of this dance charade
and all the while you were the one to hold me
as we danced beside this dark parade

we're the hist'ry of tomorrow
bought with love and paid in red
fore television sets of sorrow
lying cold right here in bed

and if we
die tonight
the world would scarcely cry
and if we
tried to fight
our hearts made heavy would just die

and you once had me to your heart
held my hands up to your face
now there's nothing to do but part.
and make these memories erase

you're the angel of this story
a lover warm and near my side
and though i wish you would still hold me
i'm afraid i'll wash 'way in the tide

chorus chorus

and if we died tonight
the world would scarcely try to see
why two young lovers, meant to die,
would still try for eternity...

and though i know we die tonight
and though the world would scarcely see
all for your love i'd try to fight
cause i'll love you for eternity...