Words of warning took me by surprise From a voice I hardly recognised Well my heart was beating faster And my blood ran hot and cold I was heading for disaster When suddenly I realised that I had lost control
Loaded questions played upon my mind Allegations I could not deny Well my mind was in confusion Had my back against a wall I'd been led into collusion Before I realised I was a victim of it all
Here's to my crime of passion I can't forget the look upon your face And to your tender mercies Goodbye to all the innocence we never can replace
All of Sunday sittin' by the telephone Not a whisper, well I should have known But it seems that I'd insisted Cause in spite of all you said I believe my words were twisted As line by line the promises were spinning round my head
Here's to my crime of passion I can't forget the look upon your face And to your tender mercies Goodbye to all the innocence we never can replace
Waves of anger slowly do recede To faded memories that I'll never need But my mind keeps on returning to the way it used to be There's a flame forever burning There's nothing I can say to you will ever make you see
Here's to my crime of passion I just can't seem to shake it off my mind As for your tender mercy I'll never stop regretting that I left it all behind
Compositores: Adrian Stuart Lee (ASCAP), Michael John Cleote Crawford Rutherford (PRS), Paul Melvyn Carrack (PRS)Editores: Concord Music Publishing LLC (PRS), Michael Rutherford Ltd (PRS), Plangent Visions Music Ltd (PRS)ECAD verificado obra #5311577 em 07/Abr/2024 com dados da UBEM