And you must stand and face the tale to tell Who would think that you would take the life of one you loved so well? And no-one else could see your point of view To one and one has always been the answer two, or so I'm told How does it feel, knowing you're guilty? How does it feel, to be all on your own? With a crime of passion A game of love and hate, but it's too late There's no compassion It's just a tug of war, that's lost before it's begun. It's never won It's a crime, it's a crime And so you have to face the world alone The life you took and tore apart without a care of your own And so he gazes in your eyes so cold The love you shared, when you were young Could never heal the pain you hold So how does it feel, knowing you're guilty? How does it feel, to be all on your own, on your own? With a crime of passion A game of love and hate, but it's too late There's no compassion It's just a tug of war, that's lost before it's begun It's never won With something you held so dear How could you throw it away? Your fatal emotions win the day? How does it feel? How does it feel?