It was the shortest day of autumn
Until the moment that I caught on
That it hurts to be forgotten


I was so scared to try to kiss you
Now we were scared he'd finally missed you

But you're very fine, a bit used

But it's not fair

That your love should move so slow
Like the faintest starlight's glow
Which moves swiftly, oh I know

It's just got oh so far to go.

So I sent some letters to her

But they missed and went right through her
Though I couldn't find them truer.


And it's not fair
That your love should strike so weak
And our affections feel so meek

And our futures seem so bleak
And oh we've got so far to go
We're not ever coming home