You, my dear, are the stone that sinks my stomach
All the birds in the high trees of my thoughts come down to investigate
the trouble you make, gurgling deep down in the depths of my mind
Where has the time gone, wasted on fantasizing our reunion
Everything I used to know is turned all fuzzy and wrong
I don't know why
there's no sun up in the sky
Can't get my poor self together
It's raining all the time
beating a mellow tune that makes my musings go numb
Have you heard the Classics reverberating off the rooftops?
They spoke the truth even then
Lena and Ella speaking your name in every doleful note
Have you heard that history repeats itself?
Have you heard that I'm mad about the boy?
You are the stone thrown far out to sea
I love the things you do to me
I search my heart and clutch my breast
to find the course that suites me best
You changed some things
My conscience complains
and nothing will ever be the same
I've fallen so madly in love with you
How have women functioned when there have always been men like you?
They write songs I guess.
And sing them so that girls forever after know they don't suffer alone