Догорающий фитиль романтики (The Burned-Out Wick of Romance)

I should have seen the angle from the start When she played the victim with a broken heart She had the teardrops measured perfectly A brilliant performance crafted just for me Now I’m the fool sitting in the dark The safe is empty and the vault is bare There is a lingering scent of jasmine in the air She took the diamonds and the bearer bonds Fled across the ocean to the great beyonds Leaving me sitting in the electric chair Double crossed by a pair of emerald eyes Strung along by a symphony of lies I was the muscle, she was the brain She took the sunshine, left me the rain Double crossed, and paying the terrible cost The cops are knocking loudly at the door My revolver is heavy on the wooden floor I could shoot it out and make a bloody stand But I’m a broken, beaten, tired man I’ll take the rap, and settle up the score Double crossed by a pair of emerald eyes Strung along by a symphony of lies I was the muscle, she was the brain She took the sunshine, left me the rain Double crossed, and paying the terrible cost