Suddenly last summer
I started going out of my head.
In a tiny hotel room
Lying naked on a bed.
I knew what you were doing, and I knew what you'd done.
Your life with me was ending; your new life had begun.
But I was cursing your name, and I was cursing that room.
And I was praying for the strength to stop loving you.

I started writing you the letter
Which turned into the book.
I was gonna reach across the ocean.
And force you to look.
But what kind of man was I?
Who would sacrifice your happiness, to satisify his pride.
What kind of man was I?
Who would delay your destiny, to appease his tiny mind.

Then you came back to me, and I went down on one knee.
With a glint in my eyes, and a rose between my teeth,
And I pushed out my tongue, for you to see
That I'd been dying of a thirst, for your company.
Then you quenched my loneliness with your tears.
And our clothes fell away, as we rolled back the years.
But we couldn't deny it.  Because we could not admit it.
If our love was too strong to die.
Or were we just to weak to kill it.
Was our love too strong to die?

  -- The The