Quasimodo's Dream
Love won't annihilate hatred
It builds you up
Till you've had enough
Then won't let you be
Fame won't alleviate heartache
Knocks at your door
Gives you the score
Then won't set you free
Just when you say no more
A hand asks for a key
I never wanted to be
In Quasimodo's dream
Shall I beg the ringmaster, please
Find another me
