Up high in a mansion,
On a mountain of jagged rock,
Behind two iron doors,
So heavy they need no lock.

Is the last place that love lives,
Where the sad woman cries?
Is the last place that love lives,
Behind your eyes?

You hold up your finger,
And you place it to my lips,
And you tell me that anger,
Can never get rid of this.

Is the last place that love lives,
Where the sad woman cries?
Is the last place that love lives,
Behind your eyes?

Never blind to misfortune,
Never deaf to the sorrowful moan,
Set adrift on an ocean,
Until I find that peaceful shore.

Is the last place that love lives,
Where the sad woman cries?
Is the last place that love lives,
Behind your eyes?