Trick or Treat - London After Midnight

Standing down by the edge of the Seine

You look right through me in the heavy rain

You said that you loved me

Enough to give me eternity

And that’s how it goes

The agony of ecstasy

The passion that you think it evokes

Is nothing more than a fantasy

Each night when you rise

And the phantoms clear from your mind

Although remorse will never hide the wounds that broke the soul inside

And that’s how it goes

The agony of ecstasy

The passion that you think it evokes

Is nothing more than a fantasy

And that’s how it goes

The agony of ecstasy

The passion that you think it evokes

Is nothing more than a fantasy

All the same you still have your needs

And the beautiful you’ll bleed

The tracks are hidden well from sight

At least for only one more night