Due rights to Gatiss and Moffat
The phrases all jumbled, around in my mind,
All about in my head, oh what they would find,
But honesty's deadly and truth is but pain,
What a weapon would be, the tale in my brain,
Mary's my wife, but between us is cold,
A frozen wall from the lies that she told,
I will always come back to him in the end,
Less than a love, but more than a friend,
You can burn a heart with other than fire,
Burn it with hate, set it aflame with desire,
But nothing burns like impenetrable distance,
Love's opposite remains, a cold indifference,
The white snow only serves to highlight his pain,
His troubled eyes carried high by cocaine,
Shouldering his cross, he's withstood it all,
But this statue of steel is flying to fall,
Your eyes, your eyes, have you seen your eyes?
Narrowed with contempt, wide with surprise,
Sparkling with joy, cloudy with beers,
But never before, did your eyes fill with tears,
Standing outside, not feeling the cold,
Silhouette outlined, by street lights' bright gold,
My world takes another sharp blow,
I'd never have took her if it meant letting you go,
You finally understand why I took that fall,
You finally understand why I came back at all,
You finally understand why I needed the dealings,
You finally understand the extent of my feelings,
His face is blank, his eyes can hardly see,
But despite his high he turns and says to me,
So it's Moriarty's return that has you concerned,
Don't worry John, my heart's already been burned.