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