Samuel Barber, Piano Concerto, Op. 38: II. Canzone: Moderato

'If ever words were spoken painful and untrue I said I loved but I lied In my life all I wanted was the keeping of someone like you As it turns out deeper within me love was twisted and pointed at you Never ending pain, quickly ending life You keep this love, thing, love, child, love, toy You keep this love, fist, love, scar, love, break You keep this love, love, love You keep this love, love, love, you keep this love I'd been the tempting one stole her from herself This gift in pain her pain was life And sometimes I feel so sorry, I regret this the hurting of you But you make me so unhappy, I'd take my life and leave love with you I'd kill myself for you, I'd kill you for myself You keep this love, thing, love, child, love, toy You keep this love, fist, love, scar, love, break You keep this love, love, love You keep this love, love, love, you keep this love No more head trips You keep this love, thing, love, child, love, toy You keep this love, fist, love, scar, love, break You keep this love, love, love You keep this love, love, love, you keep this love You keep this love, you keep this love You keep this love, you keep this love'