Even the wolf can learn,
even the sheep can turn,
even the frog bcome at last the prince.)
No more imagined insults
and no more bloated pride -
I`ll see you at the wedding,
I`ll see you on the other side
and I`ll hold my peace forever
but I`ll hold my passion more...
I`ll be holding the door
and waiting for the princess -
I could say I`m waiting for the world,
but when it comes right down to it
I`m simply waiting for the girl.
On through the ring of changes
I`ll be at my side in a single bound,
lost and found
looking to be lost and found.
La Rossa extends her hands - in the morning light the stigmata don`t show
She`s up already, making plans; she thinks it`s maybe time he ought to go
And she`s friendly like it`s a service but she`s ringing around his head -
though he knows she has no further use for him
still he feels like he`s raised from the dead.
Out to the cold grey daylight, never ever wondering, of course,
if one moment of perfect passion
is worth a lifetime of remorse.
So it`s no more empty promises
and no more idle threats;
no more `if only`s`
and no more `and yet`s`;
no more wishes for the future
no more denials of the past;
I`m free at last
I`m in love at last
I`m lost and found
...put on your red dress, baby...
...cos we`re going out, tonight...
...put on your high heeled slippers...
...everything`s gonna
be alright