To this day they offer consolation“You carry a torch, we’re told”In idle conversationSay, “Love like that scorches the soul”Well, just for the recordI knew it wouldn’t lastWe might as well have been on the TitanicInto the frigid waters castNow it’s always rainingHere in the valley of regretAnd they all say I’ll get over youBut I haven’t yetI’m condemned to rememberYou, my true and only friendAll the rugs have been rolled upAll the good seats have been takenAnd now everyone’s a prophetEveryone knows the scoreBut they didn’t see it comingIn 1994The ones left are the phantomsSo superior and so wiseBut if you ask my opinionIt’s like they’re anesthetizedIn my dreams I see youGetting ready to departI woke up this morning againWith a razor blade in my heart