My letters sit on your window-sill Yellowed by the sun Written that time our love was in it's prime They just ran off my pen My pen is broken now Couldn't eat a thing Couldn't sit next to you All this sorrow the joy brings It only shows me the truth Changing
So I fretted at you, to swallow the pill [ ? ] All that joy couldn't help the boys But we look so [ ? ]
Just like burning up the crockery With your fire we melt our joy Pour in the sorrow this joy brings Took away the doubt from me Changing
My letters sit on your window-sill Yellowed by the sun Written that time our love was in it's prime They just ran off my pen I can't write them now I can't eat a thing Couldn't sit next to you
All this sorrow the joy brings It only shows me the truth Changing I'm changing Changing Changing Changing
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