In too many days, too many tears
Too many stories of our yesteryears
I couldn’t say the worst of my fears
I’m picking up the signs, maybe the end is near
But at long last
I recall the words that you told me
This will pass and the love you have
Will be for me, only:
After an hour, when I couldn’t speak
You tell a story that just makes me weep
It may be my age, I’m just getting weak
My skin’s not thick enough for this critique
But at long last
I recall the words that you told me
This will pass and the love you have
Will be for me, only:
There’s too many pains, too many cries
Too many hours drowning in your eyes
Those were the days, so full of lies
I guess I was in love with your disguise