Every once in a while you\'ll find a man looking for heaven,
Wanting to hold it in his hands,
He\'ll speak of such great plans,
I am no longer that man,
No longer the man wishing he could find a solution,
Now I\'m just wishing I could forget my old delusion,
Love.
I don\'t think it dies,
Maybe I was stupid to try,
Or maybe we\'re both still just having to hide,
There\'s someone else for both of us now,
I know I should move on before I take the final bow - but troublesome feelings have me asking, \"How?\"