Sometimes you wander off and I dream alone,
It doesn’t work, but I try to carry on,
And he always comes, D-minor.
He creeps as a thief over strings,
Fills my hands with your funky things,
And it’s really hard to let go.
D-minor gets under my skin,
As soon as you leave, he sets in,
Stupid D-minor, he just always, always knows.
Grabs me tight, sweeps me off my feet,
He’s crazy about silence, doesn’t miss a beat,
He takes me to his bluish home.
Lonely D-minor breaks me apart,
Some would simply call it a broken heart,
But a heartache can’t compare to D-minor.
All by myself when you are away,
Looking how to re-invent the day,
He has his sly ways, D-minor.
He lets all the lights grow dim,
Waits for the flirty stars to start flickering,
Pulls on my sleeve: “Let’s go”.
He stirs my fears, oh where are you?
A thousand things could have gone askew.
Stupid D-minor, throughout the night, who is he crying for?
He takes me in his carriage, and the skies
get painted with the color of your eyes,
I know that route, that’s a shortcut for the blues.
Lonely D-minor breaks me apart,
Some would simply call it a broken heart,
But a heartache can’t compare to D-minor.
You left a book with a bookmark in,
And a Herend china figurine,
One sweater you were wearing,
“The Best of Ry Cooder” vinyl long play,
And a delicate, blue powder tray,
And me, longing for you till the end of days,
My darling.