Mocks castles in the air   And-Bang!-romance   It rocks his cradles of despair   Only the lonely. .   Homely sentiment   Only the lonely..   Only my detriment   I'm not gonna see you anymore    And I am cryin'. . . I don't wanna see you anymore    But I might be lyin'. . .   Miss Hard he hunts   Her sikhs will not suffice   Bad Batter bunts   Witty Meek speaks of self-sacrifice.    His muse sick, it pays   How much now cost is the balance    The musician prays   'Cause his touch now is lost as his talents   I'm not gonna see you anymore   And I am cryin'. . .    I don't wanna see you anymore    But I might be lyin'. . .   No, I know. Oh!    Now, I won't let go    Oh, I know.    I won't let you go...   And Chartie Chance   Makes castles in the air And�bang!-romance   It breaks his cradles of despair   Only the lonely.. .   Blowing leaves in the gusts    Only the lonely.. .   Loathing leaves disgust   I don't wanna see you anymore    And I am cryin'. . .    I don't wanna see you anymore    But I might be lyin'. . .