The morning so sweet has a way of disappearing That moment is lost to the day The truth I believed has a way of interfering With what I find I must say
My heart is now broken And I fear we've run out of time
The new growth of spring comes alive in such profusion I don't even mind when blossoms fall Your voice on the phone, it fills me with confusion I don't even want you to call
My heart is now broken And we, we've run out of time