I won't bend my head lower,
I won't disappear in depths.
You'll see, what I'll do,
when I understand you want to say me goodbye.
I'll put a little more sugar in my coffee,
I'll tune my banjo and nothing more.
I'll celebrate Christmas on my own,
and I'll count my wrinkles in spring.
I'll put a little more sugar in my coffee,
I'll imaginary pet you, and nothing more.
I'll let my sadness go away through the backdoor,
and I'll calmly go to another house.
I won't die in worriness,
I won't lose my colour.
Now I know what to do
in the hours I'll be alone again.
I'll put a little more sugar in my coffee,
I'll tune my banjo and nothing more.
I'll celebrate Christmas on my own,
and I'll count my wrinkles in spring.
I'll put a little more sugar in my coffee,
I'll imaginary pet you, and nothing more.
I'll let my sadness go away through the backdoor,
and I'll calmly go to another house.