Hilton and Michael
Joe Chester
We have loved as lovers always must,
To pass into the sphere of sorrow,
To tell the diamond from the dust,
The candle from the shadow.
Michael, one last kiss,
From one gorgeous wreck to another,
While the band plays a soldier's song,
And I thank God we found each other,
Michael.
In a country that believes so much,
But knows so very little,
The hand so delicate to touch,
And the heart so very brittle.
Michael, one last kiss,
From one gorgeous wreck to another,
While the band plays a soldier's song,
And I thank God we found each other,
Michael.
