What did you find in the ceaseless hail
Of spurious compassion and true betrayal?
Spite will thrive where reason fades
Trust will be breached if trust was made
And your love will let you down
Roses will wither and fall to the ground
And your love will let you down
Let you down
What did you find in the whispering wind?
What will you do when the ships don't roll in?
All gather round to watch the show
A friend of a friend and off we go
And your love will let you down...