I left my heart in San Francisco
High on a hill, it calls to me
To be where little cable cars climb halfway to the stars

"Do not be afraid of those who kill the body but cannot kill the soul. Rather, be afraid of the One who can destroy both soul and body in hell."

“We worship perfection because we can't have it; if we had it, we would reject it. Perfection is inhuman, because humanity is imperfect.”

They asked me how I knew
My true love was true
Oh, I of course replied
Something here inside cannot be denied

We passed upon the stair
We spoke of was and when
Although I wasn't there
He said I was his friend

I was dreaming of the past
And my heart was beating fast
I began to lose control
I began to lose control