I've committed a crime of passion.
I've been solitary confined.
I've loved a married man,
and almost lost my mind.
I've loved him now for so long,
I pray for a reprieve.
'Cause I don't want to write my
Executioner's Song.
But just when I think I could break free
sweet memories set upon me,
and what's there to do
when there's nothing you can do?
What's there to do
when the feeling takes you?
What's there to do
when the feeling makes you?
What's there to do
when the feeling breaks your heart?
I've tried so hard to understand
this feeling in my heart;
and I wonder if it stays alive,
because we stay apart,
and whether or not it's right or wrong
but sometimes I just can't be strong,
and what's there to do when there's nothing you can do?
We go through life in search of hearts
to break into and steal.
And sometimes we break our own hearts
in search of the Ideal.
And 'true-love' you're a wicked jailer,
oh this I've come to know.
But do you think if I'd surrender
you'd give up and let me go?
'Cause what's there to do
when the feeling takes you?
What's there to do
when the feeling makes you?
What's there to do
when the feeling breaks your heart?
When you told me that no man
would ever see me like you do,
or love me so completely
my whole life through;
why didn't you go on and tell me
it was just to enhance the game,
and that you would stop at nothing
till your pleasure turned to pain?
And why didn't someone tell me,
instead of wasting all these years,
keeping passion alive with false hope,
I should've killed it off with tears?
'Cause you gave me just a taste of sweet ecstasy
so now everything else tastes bitter,
and that's your crime against me.
'Cause deep in the night when you awake,
and it seems your whole life's at stake,
what's there to do
when there's nothing you can do?
But having served my time now
with the passion and the blame,
I'm led into a courtyard
for the marginally sane.
My instruments of torture
have twisted the truth from me
disfigured my illusions
and now I'm free!
And though I really loved you,
I knew I'd drown in your sea,
and the one thing I wanted more than that
was to reach another side of me.
So deep in the night when you awake,
and it seems your whole life's at stake.
Do nothing.
Let the feeling
break your
Heart.
© Felicity Buirski 1985.
Executioner’s Song