I feel I'm going on trial
Your accusation's haunting me
No more sense in denial
You blew my cover easily
I never saw Exhibit A
Exhibit B got in the way
Why would that be against the law
The jury looks for volunteers
In acts of love I've got no peers
No one believes what the witness saw
How can I prove to you
That I'm guilty of the right things
My aim is true
It's not a criminal offence
You tore down all my defences
Shot down my alibi in flames
No more room for pretences
Wasting my time on playing games
Somebody's been telling me
That passion can't be felony
But still you want to press your case
How can I prove to you
That I'm guilty of the right things
My aim is true
It's not a criminal offence
I move to you
But fallen angels fly on frayed wings
I must get through
How can I keep my innocence
Somebody's been telling me
That passion can't be felony
But still you want to press your case
The search is on for evidence
The trail is faint, the fog intense
Can anybody find a trace
How can I prove to you
That I'm guilty of the right things
My aim is true
It's not a criminal offence
I move to you
But fallen angels fly on frayed wings
I must get through
How can I keep my innocence