And he was mine.
 We ate on terraces
 And drank the cheapest wine.
 And he believed in me
 Down by the serpentine.
 How was I to know
 it was the best thing
 To come along for a long time.

 I turned the page
 And saw three children with smiles.
 I looked to see
 What I could make of the youngest child.
 And as she blew the candles out
 She turned five.
 How was I to know
 It was the best thing
 To come along for a long time.

 What do the people at the end of the world do
 About time? What about time?
 Their secret sleeps with me