The flame of love
It's all in a dream, anyway
All standing in a line
I see three women
Does she ever think of me?
But the one in the middle
I still love her, oh, and I wonder
But the one in the middle
Now it's just
Does she ever think of me?
Does she ever think of me?
The one on the right
No, that's okay
The one on the left
But the one in the middle
A slow burning memory
She took my heart
Maybe, she wouldn't even care
I still love her and I wonder
I've been to a thousand places
Oh, I still love her and I wonder
But the one in the middle
It's all in a dream
When I walk down the street
Once shined so brightly
Oh, I still love her and I wonder
I stare into a thousand faces
Said she wanted to be free
In my mind
