You provide the pull and I'll provide the thrust
Romance is nothing but a sack of lies
If I provide a crown
If you provide the spleen
If I provide a puppet
Welcome to mankind
Decades of suppression
Of a coming of age
But it is truth which I have come to despise
How can I seize the day when it is dusk?
Released in a rage
Have mercy
Revel in the glory
An elegy for fading youth
If I provide the scene
Bacchanal
Will you provide the strings?
Will you provide the ordeal?
Then I'll provide the ideal