Is it any wonder how the world spins its lonely days for me, like a record with its bruises a beat of history. In between the grooves is where I lie, wondering where this lover hides. To the girl with the marble eyes, can it be that you've taken me by surprise? The wind and rain have carried your fame to my front door in spite of my heart's refrain. Capulet and Montegue, never even heard of me and you. I'll keep this secret of how I adore, this passion girl I was looking for. Somehow here we are standing in the again. If we could only run away, take this train to better days. To the girl with the marble eyes, can it be that you've taken me by The wind and rain have carried your fame to my front door in spite of my heart's refrain. Capulet and Montegue, never even heard of me and you. I'll keep this secret of how I adore, this passion girl that I was looking for. Can I feel that all around, in your eyes there lies this perfect sound. . . . . I digress. To the girl with the marble eyes, can it be that you've taken me by surprise? The wind and rain have carried your fame to my front in spite of my heart's refrain. Capulet and Montegue, never even heard of me and you. I'll keep this secret of how I adore, this passion girl that I was looking for.