London After Midnight - Trick Or Treat

Standing down by the edge of the Seine You look right through me in the heavy rain You said that you loved me Enough to give me eternity And that's how it goes The agony of ecstasy The passion that you think it evokes Is nothing more than a fantasy Each night when you rise And the phantoms clear from your mind It will never hide the wounds that broke the soul inside And that's how it goes The agony of ecstasy The passion that you think it evokes Is nothing more than a fantasy All the same you still have your needs And the beautiful you'll bleed The tracks are hidden well from sight At least for only one more night