The Perfect Crime

If you love too much, or never enough,
there’ll be no jury fastening the cuffs
You’ll make a strong case
in your own defense
The trial will rest on your conviction
that you did your best
When love gets twisted, who’ll take the blame
It’s all in an afternoon and the heat of your shame
You’ll ask forgiveness, it was insane,
and this too shall pass away,
but it won’t spare your name
You keep pretending it’s ok,
you keep pretending that you’d
lay your love on the line
Why haven’t you?
Love is the perfect crime
and you’ll never be convicted
Love is the perfect crime
and you’ll never be convicted… of love
You’re the main witness of your two lives
The one that you know and the one that you divide
some for your family, a little among your friends,
your conviction fell, but you are certainly not free
You keep pretending it’s ok,
you keep pretending that you’d
lay your love on the line
Why haven’t you?
Love is the perfect crime
and you’ll never be convicted.
Love is the perfect crime
and you’ll never be convicted… of love.