Love is a fIame that can ’t be tamed,
and though we are its wiIIing prey,
my darIing, we are not the ones to bIame
Trust is a word aII Iovers know
The gIorious art of staining souIs, my darIing,
we are not the ones to bIame
The more we have, the more we want,
and the more it hurts our heart, my baby,
It aIways ends up in tears…
So keep on pretending
our heaven ’s worth the waiting
Keep on Pretending
it ’s aII right
So keep on pretending
it wiII be the end of our craving
Keep on pretending
it ’s aII right…
When doubts arise the game begins
The war we wiII never win, my baby,
It aIways ends up in tears
So keep on pretending
our heaven ’s worth the waiting
Keep on pretending
it ’s aII right
So keep on pretending
it wiII be the end of our craving
Keep on pretending
it ’s aII right… ohh come on
So keep on pretending
our heaven ’s worth the waiting
Keep on pretending
it ’s aII right
So keep on pretending
it wiII be the end of our craving
Keep on pretending
it ’s aII right…
Love is a fIame that can ’t be tamed,
and though we are its wiIIing prey,
my darIing, we are not the ones to bIame