Shall we carry my lover
what's already over?
How could it be?
You no more the one I believed
and learned to love
And now I feel no wind
no spring, no flower
No excuses, not this hour
Please so let me pass – I'm going!
‘Cause you can understand
The ‘‘where you been''
the “who was here” are over
Why you and I pretend
we're in control when
no one is really in?
The more we have covered
we're under it
It's over and how could it be?