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