It Was Cruel Of You To Stand At My Door And Take My Hand

Like A Drowning Man I Clung To My Defenses

And Ten Years Is A Time But Your Looks, Love, It's A Crime

And I Lost My Tongue In The Tangle Of My Senses

And I Never Was To Know That I'd Come To Miss You So

But Time Winds Down And I Turned My Back Long Ago



But I Still Dream, Oh Darling I Still Dream

Oh I Still Dream, Oh Lord Knows I Still Dream



On The Killing Floor I Stand With A Stun Gun In My Hand

Like A Cowboy Shooting Badmen On The Range

And Nothing Satisfies And The Soul Inside Me Dies

As I Duck Each Punch And Never Risk The Change

And Now You Look At Me With That Same Old Used-to-be

Oh But Time Winds Down And I Turned My Back Long Ago



But I Still Dream, Oh Darling I Still Dream



Ah But Now You Look At Me With That Same Old Used-to-be

But Time Winds Down And I Turned My Back Long Ago



But I Still Dream, Oh Darling, Darling I Still Dream

I Still Dream, Oh Lord Knows, Lord Knows I Still Dream

Oh I Still Dream, Oh Darling, Darling, Darling I Still Dream