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lyrics: J. Morse © 1984 A part of my past which I can never let free A simple romance everyone can plainly see We've got invisible chains around us Silent lies between My love's run cold, but it fires again in the heat I'm not so bold when I run into you on the street Signals turning green, but the afterimage is red I stop my motion when I should be going instead I hold you next to me Dreaming silently Rivers of gold cascading Over your shoulders Eyes so cold, yet they burn My dedication falters Sooner or later I'll have to make a choice Decisions, decisions I cannot find my voice I'm wasting your time No reason or rhyme to my actions. . . The present is clear, but my choices are wide Do I think I could be pleased having you here by my side We've got nothing to tie us together But we're linked inextricably My feelings are warm, but they chill when our eyes meet True to form, the cold's an uncomfortable treat Signals flashing gold, but the afterimage is green I speed up my motion when I should be losing speed I hold you next to me Dreaming fitfully Auburn tresses Coiling around your throat Silken dresses Evidence of the checks that I wrote Sooner or later I'll have to make a choice Decisions, decisions I cannot find my voice I'm wasting my time I'm failing to climb this mountain. . . Time stands aside for a moment of reflection You asked me for a ride to escape someone's detection Permanently separated Motivated by hate There's no emotion here, and we held one another for fun Around us, all commotion, we're publicly under the gun The signal's burnt out, the only image is black Circular motion, we endlessly loop 'round the track I hold you next to me Hoping longingly Cinnamon falls From the top of your head Emotion calls As we lie entangled in bed Sooner or later I'll have to make a choice Decisions, decisions I cannot find my voice We're wasting our time Committing this crime of passion. . . The future reveals another who's feeling as I Loneliness steals our feelings. . . we sigh We're locked together as one Lying awake in the sun My love's all run dry, but it rejuvenates in the end Why do you cry? Is it me on whom you depend? Signal's turning red, but the afterimage is amber I slow my motion, but speed seems to be what you're after You won't sit next to me You say it all depends on me Raven strands whisper Softly in the breeze Ivory hands Gently caressing the ebony keys Now or never I'll have to decide Decisions, decisions I no longer have places to hide One of you must win The others are destined to lose I don't want to choose. . . |