you might forget the lyrics, dear
but you still know the song
still you reserve the singing for
those who know it best, yet
you hunger and thirst
to hear it like the rest

all your golden fancies, and
all your fancy dreams
have made you deaf to
too wonderful a song it seems
to satisfy your longings
when nothing else will do

so repeat repeat!
each time that much more wonderfully sweet
and when you sing the song
it's still the same old story
of how i long to love you