Sit down my love of all good spaces and breathe my love let's all be spent i'm going to tell you both a story about some memories that i dreamt
see i've lost love in many places not least the streets of san paolo and friends especially, i didn't make them a ten floor window to her home sometimes i could cry for miles sometimes i could cry for miles sometimes i could cry for miles but i don't
so hush the shadows in the oak tree be still you curl upon the moor my heart has fallen upon the wayside i cannot claim her anymore so don your duffel coats quite slowly and this sad jury has ajurned while on the streets of old san paolo i watch my baby being burned
sometimes i could cry for miles sometimes i could cry for miles sometimes i could cry for miles but i don't
sometimes i could cry ah sometimes drop my bags and run for miles and sometimes i could live my life but i wont, but i won't