It was nothing, it came from nowhere at all, it was a casual remark,

not a curtain-call.

Late for breakfast - black coffee, brandy-laced...

that look on your face.

I'll remember last night; I'll look out for the signs;

You were caught in the light

Ref. time after time

it's been my experience that when the row gets serious

a certain silence will fall...

But I just can't stop it, why don't you tell me what's wrong?

My heart goes like a rocket, the feeling's so strong.

I just can't stop it, why don't you tell me what's wrong?

Don't think about it too long.



I could argue this another way, but on another day I might have to shout.

You keep your mouth shut, but it's too late for that now:

the word got out.

In translation it's lost, in desperation it's mimed;

is this Paradise lost, or Paradise time after time?

Ref