Was it a dream, in a dream we bled For our life in which the angels led Oh her tears they won't cause a fuss In the rain her face an emptiness Mo Stór, Amore Mo Stór, Amour Mo Stór, Amore I was born to be alive with you While I blame, yes I shall blame my past Oh how I prayed, yes I prayed to Gods how I asked For what it's worth I'm a sick catholic For when she cries I can't handle that Mo Stór, Amore Mo Stór, Amour Mo Stór, Amore I was born to be alive with you