Withered flowers in a vase there looking badly
staggered cherubs from a picture looking sadly
some tap's dripping to a rhythm malcomposed
front door's creaking and the house remains exposed
(repeat last line)
[Chorus:]
Sadly a woman's leaving, an authentic lady
her footsteps slowly wiping a story that was shady
the atmosphere is ice cold, the rain on rooftops freezing
Sadly a woman's leaving, sadly a woman's leaving
On the table a thrown letter left there pending
the hour hands at eight o'clock still keep standing
time is slipping and the yesterday is dead
fate is writing the romance's bitter end
(repeat last line)
(chorus)