Every time I see you, all the rays of the sun Are streaming through the waves in your hair And every star in the sky is taking aim at your eyes Like … - Jim Steinman

Ain't no doubt about it
We were doubly blessed
Cause we were barely seventeen
And we were barely dressed.

Then I'm dying at the bottom of a pit in the blazing sun
All torn and twisted at the foot of a burning bike
And I think somebody somewhere must be tolling a bell
And the last thing I see is my heart,
Still beating,
Breaking out of my body
And flying away
Like a bat out of Hell.

I know just how to fake it And I know just how to scheme I know just when to face the truth And then I know just when to dream. And I know just where to touch you And I know just what to prove I know when to pull you closer And I know when to let you loose.
And I know the night is fading And I know the time's gonna fly And I'm never gonna tell you everything I gotta tell you But I know I've got to give it a try.
And I know the roads to riches And I know the ways to fame I know all the rules and then I know how to break'em And then I always know the name of the game
But I don't know how to leave you And I'll never let you fall And I don't know how you do it Making love out of nothing at all.