The words played on around our headsnPerhaps we went too farnWe'll soldier on until the end againnnThis clutching hand around my handnSo pitiful and frailnMakes bleeding hearts begin to beat againnnWe stand in a different lightnThat's cast upon this gigolo and gigolettenWe stand with a different frame around us nownAnd when we talk we talk in timenWe shine with profiles so strong and so clearnAnd when we move we move in timenWon't fade like pictures that come back againnnYour propaganda touched my soulnThose thin and cherished wordsnA willing victim for the kill againnnWe stand in a different lightnThat's cast upon this gigolo and gigolettenWe stand with a different frame around us nownAnd when we talk we talk in timenWe shine with profiles so strong and so clearnAnd when we move we move in timenWon't fade like pictures that come back againn