It is said that all the good things
Must come to him who can pretend
He doesn't have to wait.
For as surely as the light of day
Must come to drive the night away,
The needles and the pins,
That's where the line begins.
With your magnificent outpouring
Of that old familiar story
That's been used a million times
To ease a million minds.
There are times when I have told you
That there must be two of us
To try to work things out.
But if I can't see you ev'ry day,
Then I must hide my thoughts away
And see you when I can,
And try to understand.
With your magnificent outpouring
Of that old familiar story
That's been used a million times
To ease a million minds.
So then let us treat our love like any game;
To fan the flames would really be a sin.
For as surely as the snow must fall,
I shall be waiting for your call,
Pretending it is spring
And you'll be mine again.
With your magnificent outpouring
Of that old familiar story
That's been used a million times
To ease a million minds.
With your magnificent outpouring
Of that old familiar story
That's been used a million times
To ease a million minds.