And one, two, three. . Heaven, you say it could be Heaven. But I don't really know. Lovers come and go. When hot gets a little cold. . Infatuation is just the great anticipation.
I drop my hat to a restless wind. Ooh this time, I'm not gonna chase it again. In a jigsaw dream with soft spoken words. I woke up cryin' and no one heard.
I was foldin' up your letters, unpacking winter clothes. Searchin' for my hat, I thought I'd left it by the door. So I tore around the room like a bird without a head.