He was a stranger walking the wet streets of London.
She was an artist speaking her soul through a song.
The fiddle, her weapon of choice to let her heart sing beautiful melodies.
Melodies which could make any man's heart fall for her charm.

She had the beauty of a million heavenly angels.
He had no eyes for another woman but her.
He danced, and he let himself go possessed by the rythm.
She played for the world, but she meant it for him.

Days passed by, and they both met each other,
day after day, song after song.
Her heart spoke through her fiddle. His heart spoke through his poetry.
Their hearts composed beautiful music as one.

She stood on her stage, ready to fiddle,
but something was different. He never showed up.
Her fiddle still spoke, but its voice wasn't the same.
His poetry's tone was now a saddened, old voice.

Again I'm feeling empty
Losing me in myself
Only to find out
Nothing can save me
E**mptiness, my fate.

Remember your last words to me?
I sure can't forget them.
You knew where to hit to make me hurt for real,
and you went for it.

I tried to keep my cool.
For every attack you sent my way,
I swallowed my pride, and took it like a man.
I played without defense or offense.
I could not win. I didn't want to.
I just wanted it to be over.

Eventually it was, but not before you delivered the final blow.
The "coup de grâce", as the french would say.
I was done. Finished. Hurt.

I don't blame you for what you did.
You played a hurtful game, and won.
I'm not the same person I was before that day.
I wish you no bad, but I wish you no good either.

I lay on my hospital bed,
waiting for the anesthesia to kick in.
Feeling dizzy. Turning sleepy.
There's no one there to hold my hand.

The nurses looking at me,
waiting to start the procedure.
Looking tired. Pacing quiet.
My body starts to go numb.

I will soon be out of this world,
at least for a few hours.
Running free. Feel no pain.
My eyes start to lose reality.

I wish I could stay numb
until I have to sleep forever.
Have no fear. Living strong.
So please, Mr. surgeon, leave the anesthesia on.