This part always makes me cry You sighed I raised my eyes Thinking See Empedocles wasn't right I do not have you in my sights Unenlightened You are dark And under the arc Of a hundred-watt halo A question mark Invoking an answer I don't want to know Lighthearted Lightheaded I will stay until you go Until you go Hello I said You reached the bed The music then lifted Our hands to our heads Closed our eyes This part This part This part always makes me Light of heart Until we part Light of head Until it's said This part always makes us cry