Would you remain quite sane,
To know where we have lain?
This bittersweet passion is our pain.

Lips are washed down the drain,
Dues are put to rest and paid.
Will you remain quite sane?

Burning lust bleached to the brain,
Long strokes that will never fade.
This bittersweet passion is our pain.

That night, we went against the grain,
So many playful words then went unplayed.
Would you remain quite sane?

Our bodies, interlocked, could not refrain,
While my love for you slowly decayed.
This bittersweet passion is our pain.

I do not regret that guilty night, nor will I ever complain.
What’s done is done, and that night I would never trade.
This bittersweet passion is our pain.
I see you are now insane.