If it's true what they say, if my love is gone for good
You can take this heart away, you can take this flesh and blood
Take my mouth that kissed her mouth, take my tongue that sung a praise. Take my arms that used to reach out, in the dark where she lay
If it's true what they say, I'll be on my way
If it's true what they say, if there's nothing to be done
If there's no part to be played, if there's no song to be sung
Take this voice, take these hands. I can't use them anyway
Take this music and the memory of the muse from which it came
If it's true what they say, I'll be on my way
We can all be on our way, if it's true what they say
But the ones who tell the lies, are the solemnest to swear
And the ones who load the dice, always say the toss is fair
The ones who deal the cards, are the ones who take the tricks
With their hands over their hearts, while we play the game they fix
And the ones who speak the words, always say it is the last
And no answer will be heard, to the question no one asks
So I ask you as a brother, I ask you as a friend
I ask you as a lover, and I ask you once again
Is it true what they say?
