After the Love Has Gone

	If we should come too close, we run away
	Didn't we want this after all
	Climbing so high that we become afraid
	What if we can't survive the fall
	for as we dance the orchestra plays blind and scoreless
	still the symphony never strays
	Even when the moonlight turns your heart to stone
	lying side by side, feels like you're alone
	these eyes, wide awake âtil dawn
	watch an endless night
	after the love has gone
	Are we just faces from a masquerade
	banging our heads against the wall
	these are the days we rush to come of age
	no turning back, but i recall...
	A place of midsummer madness
	played with the senses
	on the edge of a timeless page
	Once upon a cold night on the wings of a storm
	in enchanted light, lovers and dreams were born
	soul rise, life's eternal sun
	that grows old and died
	after the love has gone
	love is a tapestry life can fray at the corners
	but it's colours should never fade
	when you're love has gone
	love becomes a fine wine slowly spilt from the grail
	it's a bed of nails no one can lie upon
	this time live and breathe as one
	for it's much too late after the love has gone.

	If we should come too close, we run away
	Didn' t we want this after all
	Climbing so high that we become afraid
	What if we can' t survive the fall
	for as we dance the orchestra plays blind and scoreless
	still the symphony never strays
	Even when the moonlight turns your heart to stone
	lying side by side, feels like you' re alone
	these eyes, wide awake til dawn
	watch an endless night
	after the love has gone
	Are we just faces from a masquerade
	banging our heads against the wall
	these are the days we rush to come of age
	no turning back, but i recall...
	A place of midsummer madness
	played with the senses
	on the edge of a timeless page
	Once upon a cold night on the wings of a storm
	in enchanted light, lovers and dreams were born
	soul rise, life' s eternal sun
	that grows old and died
	after the love has gone
	love is a tapestry life can fray at the corners
	but it' s colours should never fade
	when you' re love has gone
	love becomes a fine wine slowly spilt from the grail
	it' s a bed of nails no one can lie upon
	this time live and breathe as one
	for it' s much too late after the love has gone.