The Golden Boy

The boy had a way with words, he sang, he moved with
grace
He entertained so naturally, no gesture out of place
His road in life was clearly drawn, he didn't
hesitate
He played, they saw, he conquered as the master of, as
the master of his
fate

The girl had an iron soul no-one could recognise
Material ambition that her gentleness disguised
She gave herself to him certain of his fame
Wanted him for luxury, for limelight and his name

And then he sang to her

I love you for your silence, I love you for your
peace
The still and calm releases that sweep into my soul
That slowly take control

I love you for your passion, I love you for your fire
The violent desire that burns me in its flame
A love I dare not name

His rise was irresistible (yeah) - he grew into the
part
His explanation simply that he suffered for his art
No base considerations of some glittering reward
The prize was knowing that his work was noticed and
adored

I love you (yes I love you) for your silence,(for your
silence)
I love you for your peace
The still and calm releases that sweep into my soul
That slowly slowly take control

Yes he told the truth (he told the truth), yes! he
told the truth
Accepting every honour with (with)a masterly display
(display)
Of well rehearsed reluctance to be singled out this
way
He started to believe that he was all they said and
more (and more)
While she forgot, she forgot the reasons (reasons)
She had wanted him before

(I love you) I love you for your passion (for your
passion)
I love you for your fire
The violent desire that burns me in its flame
A love I dare not name

The still and calm releases (releases)
That sweep into my soul (sweep into my soul)
That slowly (slowly) slowly (slowly)
Slowly (slowly) slowly (slowly)slowly (slowly)
Slowly!!
take control...

And when at last they fell apart, she wished that she
could be
The hardened heart of yesterday, as cynical as he
By changing for the better, she had changed things for
the worse
The words that made them happy once now echoed -
echoed as a curse