My letters sit on your window-sill

Yellowed by the sun

Written that time our love was in its prime

They just ran off my pen

My pen is broken now

Couldn't eat a thing

Couldn't sit next to you



For all this sorrow the joy brings

It only shows me the truth

Changing



So I fretted at you, to swallow the pill

that's getting bitterer every day

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 its 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