Chicago

There's a flaw in my soul That rivals my heart's indecision They've taken a toll On my focused vision One last slow dance before we part Under the ironic moonlight Thanks to this hoax of a heart That rarely knows Mr. Right As you take my hand The clock ticks away dreams The ones we both had Your face fades into another realm I let go of you Ten fingertips away from farewell Its over now, its true A bit of heaven before tasting hell I look at you And I'm scared to stop For fear of the new Once we leave this rooftop