What Good Is The Scheming, The Planning And Dreaming That Comes With Each New Love Affair The Dreams That We Cherish, So Often Might Perish And Leaves You With Castles In Air
When YouÂŽre Alone, Who Cares For Starlit Skies When YouÂŽre Alone, The Magic Moonlight Dies At Break Of Dawn, There Is No Sunrise When Your Lover Has Gone
What Lonely Hours, The Evening Shadows Bring What Lonely Hours, With Memories Lingering Like Faded Flowers, Life CanÂŽt Mean Anything When Your Lover Has Gone