If silence prevails and shoulders stay cold
How will I know when love has turned old
With no more passion to hold
When shimmering silver tears fill our eyes
In bittersweet partings . . . saying good-byes
Blackened clouds crouch o’er the skies
Beaten and mistreated dare I complain
Illusionary love is not the same
You and I both share the blame
Luminous volcanic feelings linger
Wish you were still wrapped around my finger
A dying flame--there’s danger
How will I know when it’s time; when to go
Your love has died, but I still love you so
I just wanted you to know
I need your caresses and devotion
Let yourself feel . . . love’s a strong potion
With your lack of emotion . . . how will I know
. . . you’ve let me go?