Here we stand in ravishing rain Joy is like pain It feels like a miracle You can't turn back, you're in chains Never again Return from a cynical world If you feel you've loved me in vain Why not re-live your guilty love affairs In the warm breeze you will cry Again and again That's fate for a criminal Good intentions lost in thin air You were craving for affection And a certain invitation Led you here to me in the cynical world No one but me, in this cold place I will love and serve you, criminal That's your final consolation Now hang on to me, in the cynical world