I still believe
that it was madness, that brought us together
and it was love, which kept it that way
I was a young woman
with a hopeless desire to be free
and you were you, and that made me adore you
I still think of you, you know
images of you pass by before I sleep
and the smell of you ... I still keep
close to my fiery imagination of what is considered love
You tell me to believe in the fate
and despite the strength my heart holds
and the faith I choose to believe
it became difficult to hold onto to fate
darling, don't you know?
that fate provides us with a choice
to keep going ... or to let go