There was lightning when I saw you.
I felt it coursing through my veins.
I saw ignition in your eyes 
and I knew we felt the same.
The stars had aligned, and we were doing fine
for a moment.
Well, the last time that I reached for you
my hand, it nearly froze.
There’s a draft here in our room.
How it happened, I don’t know
 We do not share a page, a scene upon the stage 
and its silent.

So now, I’m on the wrong side of your door.
It seems you don’t love me anymore.

There was heaven in the darkness.
In your light I felt the sun.
For once there was no end. 
All the good things had begun.
We made a lovely team and dreamed a lovely dream
of tomorrows.
For you the new car smell has faded
and the shine has worn away.
I used to have the right words.
Now there’s nothing I can say.
If yours was never real, then the love that I still feel
lives in sorrow.

So now, I’m on the wrong side of your door.
It seems you don’t love me anymore.
 
So now, I’m on the wrong side of your door.
It seems you don’t love me anymore.

I don’t blame you, baby.
I don’t blame you, girl.
But the cupid
can go to Hell.

The Cupid Can Go To Hell

Christopher Shawn