no matter how strayed the line between the two of gets,
it's sad that we met.
and no matter what the miles are between you and i, it's not very far
to london and paris and iowa city, adieu.
and i loved your walk
in the campus restaurant, you, you'd order my food.
with spring came these thoughts riddle and goodbyes or not.
and i left in the dark
for london and paris and iowa city, adieu.
you are the furthest thing right outer there.
and i watch the stars; their attitudes squander.
i hold you so i can go under.
yes, i hold you so i can go yonder.
no matter how strayed the line between the two of us gets,
it's sad that we met.
in london and paris and iowa city, adieu.
i'm talking to you.
london and paris and iowa city, adieu.
i'm talking to you.