Raoul: She looks for sympathy, I give her sorrow She asks for honesty, I've none to borrow She needs my tender kiss, she begs it of me I give her ugliness Why does she love me?
She yearns for higher things, Things I can't give her The rush the music brings, I can't deliver And even when she sings and soars above me I try to clip her wings Why does she love me?
One more drink sir. That's what I need don't you think sir?
Leave the hurt behind. Didn't you hear me? Another drink!
She wants the man I was, Husband and father. At least she thinks she does. She needn't bother. Beneath this mask I wear, there's nothing of me Just horror, shame, despair… Why does she love me?
How about you sir? Tell me what am I to do sir? Leave the hurt behind.