Aida: I am here to tell you we can never meet again Simple really, isn't it, a word or two and then A lifetime of not knowing where or how or why or when You think of me or speak of me and wonder what befell The someone you once loved so long ago so well
Radames: Never wonder what I'll feel as living shuffles by You don't have to ask me and I need not reply Every moment of my life from now until I die I will think or dream of you and fail to understand How a perfect love can be confounded out of hand Is it written in the stars Are we paying for some crime Is that all that we are good for Just a stretch of mortal time For some God's experiment In which we have no say In which we're given paradise But only for a day
Aida: Nothing can be altered, there is nothing to decide No escape, no change of heart, no anyplace to hide
Radames: You are all I'll ever want, but this I am denied Sometimes in my darkest thoughts, I wish I'd never learned
Aida & Radames: What it is to be in love and have that love returned
Aida: Is it written in the stars Are we paying for some crime Is that all that we are good for Just a stretch of mortal time
Aida & Radames: For some God's experiment In which we have no say In which we're given paradise But only for a day