Talking to a friend the other day 
He told me that his love had run away 
That he was so sorry not to be happy 
We walked along the streets 
Till the tarmac burned our feet 
Then I grabbed both his hands and said 

I'm so so so sorry 
So sorry to hear 
Such a sad story 

In the corner of his eye 
I caught a nasty sparkle 
Which told me that he was going to cry 
And I was 

So so so sorry 
So sorry to hear 
Such a sad story 

But I remember that one day 
during a smooth summer day 
It was he who told me 
it's not worth being sad 
And he was 

So so so sorry 
So sorry to hear 
Such a sad story