(P. Edvinson / M. Flynner)

 

I met her at the airport
We talked on the plane
She saw that I was downcast
And said it was a shame

I gave her all the reasons
For being in despair
She said that explanations
Won't get you anywhere

It's not a matter of virtue
Or the cause you defend
It's only the moments of choice
That count in the end

We get a hit of the good life
A piece of the cake
And enough of the hard times
To keeps us awake
It takes the eyes of a woman
The heart of a child
The soul of a gypsy
To cherish the wild
The eyes of a woman
The heart of a child
The soul of a gypsy
To cherish the wild

She hit me in a weak spot
I knew that she was right
She said can you imagine
A day without a night

Good without evil
Is a cob without the corn
It's with the aid of demons
That angels can be born