(R. Martin)



Another season's passed by

Without a sign without a single word

You used to say that you loved me

And I would say the same to you in return



Like an old familiar song I'd want to hear

Over again



I remember you in the city

With yellow hair and moon white skin

Singing songs that brought the house down

Forgiving for whatever mood you'd be in

You could count on it



With an old familiar song they'd want to hear

Over again



"What a genius!

Their way with words and melody!"

Just like me they read you wrong



In an old familiar song we'd want to hear

Over again