If you weren’t so beautiful against the night
if when I met your eyes my throat didn’t become caught
then to forget this emotion wouldn’t be such a fight
and it wouldn’t be you my heart sought.

If your arms didn’t offer comfort
if my lips didn’t yearn for your kiss
then I could harm you without causing myself hurt
and kill you without knowing it’s you I would miss.

If you hadn’t taught me everything I know
if I didn’t trust you already
then this game wouldn’t pain me so
and my passion wouldn’t seem so petty.

If the battle stayed black and white
if for help it was I could still call
then it would be so simple to win this fight
and I could believe that angels never fall.