(How can loving you be wrong...)
I never expected this to happen. I'm not sure quite how it did. In the middle of wondering if the whole world had gone mad or if it was just me, I somehow fell in love with a stranger. I think it was the glasses that did it. One day, when we're secure enough in this relationship to ask 'How did you know that I was the one?' I will be able to tell you. It wasn't your courage, your tenacity, your sympathy that won me, but those ridiculous, unattractive glasses. I know you hate wearing them. I'm still not sure why you chose such an unflattering pair. Perhaps it says something about your own sense of self-worth. Or lack of it.
(...When it feels so right, spending every night beside you?)
You look so young when you sleep. And so innocent. I don't think I'll ever tire of watching you. This is still so new, yet it feels as if I've always been here.
(In your arms I feel so strong,)
I don't think that there's anything I wouldn't do for you. I used to think I knew myself very well. I have always held rigid views on right and wrong. I know that others have ridiculed me for this. I thought myself incapable of true deceit, of acting in a dishonourable manner. But I would die for you.
And I would steal, cheat, perjure myself, kill for you. I would betray my country, blacken my name, trample my honour into the dust and deny all that I thought I was, if it would save you one moment of pain. And I would count the price well paid.
(And I know it's with each other we belong.)
You took all that I was and splintered me into a million pieces. Then you put me back together again.You made me whole.
(I loved another, many years ago it seems,)
You are so similar in some ways, you and he. Though I am not sure that either of you would see that as a compliment.
That day, I'm not exactly sure what I thought was going on. Everybody insisted that you were Ray Vecchio. Everyone treated you as they treated him.
And you acted as if we were friends. It was confusing, upsetting.
Everything you said to me was something he might have said. Even though I knew you were not he, it was still a shock when you refused to go into the Vecchio house. Almost a betrayal. Ray Vecchio would have rushed into his home in a heartbeat, heedless of the risk to himself. Why was I so surprised when you refused? Even then, part of me was accepting you as my partner.
(I promised always I'd be true.)
Ray Vecchio was my friend. I believed that I would never love anyone the way I loved him. We went through so much together. We battled to overcome the fear, the uncertainty, the denial. Together we tried to accept love in all its frightening intensity. And I was sure it was forever.
(But love's unkind. Now the feelings have changed.)
Sometime...no, quite often, as it happens, I feel guilty.What I had with him was real, I will never deny that. No less real than what I have with you. I will love him until the day I die, just as you will love Stella. But there was always a part of Ray that saw what we did as *wrong*. A good, or even indifferent, Catholic boy just doesn't do that sort of thing.
(My life's rearranged around you.)
You stormed into my life and took me over. You and your ugly glasses and awful clothes and bad attitude. I couldn't imagine life without you. I wouldn't want to.
(It's really strange because with him I never knew
The tingle that a touch can bring)
I loved Ray.....I LOVE Ray. I do. But we were friends before we became lovers. I'm not saying that our relationship was too comfortable. It was anything but comfortable! It's just that we knew each other too well. Ours was no wild,uncontrollable, passion. Sometimes I think we were too close.
(I seem to melt each time I look in your eyes,)
But with you I fell in love with a stranger. Being in love with you is like trying to ride the wind. When I climb in your bed I never know what will happen next. And I cannot wait to find out.
(Forget all the lies we're living in.)
Of course, we're both living in a dream. Some day soon Ray will be back. I
don't know what I'll do then. I only know that I can't give you up.
How can loving you be wrong,
When it feels so right, spending every night beside you?
In your arms I feel so strong,
And I know it's with each other we belong.
I loved another, many years ago it seems,
I promised always I'd be true.
But love's unkind. Now the feelings have changed.
My life's rearranged around you.
How can loving you be wrong,
When it feels so right, spending every night beside you?
In your arms I feel so strong,
And I know it's with each other we belong.
It's really strange because with him I never knew
The tingle that a touch can bring.....
I seem to melt each time I look in your eyes,
Forget all the lies we're living in.
How can loving you be wrong,
When it feels so right, spending every night beside you?
In your arms I feel so strong,
And I know it's with each other we belong.
Yes, I know it's with each other we belong.