What good is the scheming, the planning and dreaming
  
That comes with each new love affair
  
The dreams that we cherish, so often might perish
  
And leaves you with castles in air
When you're alone, who cares for starlit skies
  
When you're alone, the magic moonlight dies
  
At break of dawn, there is no sunrise
  
When your lover has gone
What lonely hours, the evening shadows bring
  
What lonely hours, with memories lingering
  
Like faded flowers, life can't mean anything
  
When your lover has gone
(Swan)