The smiles as she walked in the room Have all turned into frowns Am I too quick to assume That the love is no longer in bloom? The tantrums and the tears
I wish you would have smiled in the bakery Or sat on a tatty settee At some mutual friend's gathering And the more you keep on looking The more it's
He looks as if he hasn't slept His hair is purposely unkept And then he know his people wept When you crafted your plan Shadows underneath the eyes And
