Life After Life

I still care about Christian Does he care about me? When I see him around he looks down, Afraid of what he'll see And I know there's a heaven That he's trying to find But it's hell that he makes, callous and afraid Of the ones he's left behind And the touch of his body, so tender and cruel, When he made me play girlfriend, There wasn't much I could do He'd come to my garret, And we'd make something like love But the flowers he gave me have wilted, But I keep them, like I keep him He wants a life after life But the world he didn't love, And the one he didn't love Should have been Night after night But the world he didn't love, And the one he didn't love Will never know Paradise When he makes his confessions, When he says his prayers And kneels beside his bed in the moonlight, Is a part of me there? He's taken up with a new girl, Who keeps his conscience clean, And tells him he's a keeper, Though I don't know if he knows what that means --- Life After Life - The Pains of Being Pure at Heart