Theres a beige colored spot

in the corner by the sill

Where Id focus my attention

with time to kill



Id take trips over cream coated mountains

and pink topped hills

To decipher my fierce fascination

with "Jens" and "Jills"



Hey, maybe you should delve

Back to when you were 11 or 13 or 12

And wander through the shoebox where your love letters lie

And you try and you try...

Its the child or the atrophy



She had long brown hair

and a different face each time

She looked me in the eye,

and took me by the hand

And she told me everything was gonna be fine



The air became thin

and my head became light

Every single moment

Yes, every single moment

Yes, every single moment, every moment I delight her



Hey, maybe you should delve

Back to when you were 11 or 13 or 12

And wander through the shoebox where your love letters lie

And you try and you try...

Its the child or the atrophy



So I see her again

So I see her again

So I see her again through the tangerine wine



Yes I see her again

And shes standing across from me

And oh, This is exactly the way it was supposed to be



Hey, maybe you should delve

Back to when you were 11 or 13 or 12

And wander through the shoebox where your love letters lie

And you try and you try...