There's a desolation street In the early morning Walking by myself Talking to myself And I'm thinking of you And I'm thinking of me Oh honey This is not a romance Just a perfect ending To a perfect night I see the sun rise And ride the rainbow streets Walking endlessly alone I see the gulls on the pier I wish I were a God And like the dog I am Just a fool for my lust And I'm thinking of you And I'm thinking of me Yes I'm thinking of us Oh honey This is not a romance Just a perfect ending To a perfect night SOLO I can smell your thoughts It's like a spark in your eyes You're thinking of him And then loves just to die Simply turn around The original sin And it leaves a thorn Leaves a thorn in your heart So I pick a rose And it's a waste of time When Pickwick dies With a bitter taste Oh honey This is not a romance It's the perfect ending To a perfect night