Certain love letters keep us company
Words that stay with us
And we don't leave but we hide the pain that slips away...later we'll feel it,
We have too much fantasy and if we tell a lie it's only a half-truth that later will really happen,
The wind changes but not us and if we do alter slightly it's only because we want to please who is already with us or who might come to stay with us,
This is what we're like...it's hard to explain,
Certain bitter days, but just leave it, you can always find us here with our sleepless nights
But we're never tired even when we say "Yes" to you once again,
Endless days rush by...Silence...Familiarity, leaving a trail of girlish phrases that come back to mind but, who is listening? For us there are only compliments from a Playboy's car, but we don't hear them anymore even if nobody says them,
The wind changes but not us and if we're a little confused it's for the desire to understand the person who once again is unable to talk with us,
This is what we're like, Sweetly-Complicated
Always more emotional, deicate
But you can always find us here during stormy nights,
Bring us roses, new things and once again we'll say "Yes" to you