The wheels of fortune Have snapped your fragile thread One night of passion Upset your cultured head But it's okay it's just the fashion You walk the high roads Look down upon yourself Your eyes concealing Your heart cries out for help But it's okay it's just a feeling Someone, somewhere Is taking note how you care Hold on Your cold tradition Surrounds you like a wall Too much to carry Celestial paramour You run down persecution alley Your expectations The best you've ever had The thought of giving Is that so really bad? That's just the way, it's part of living Someone, somewhere Is taking note how you care Hold on