you told me that you where here to break my heart in pieces

(and I need to learn how to sustain myself)

but you only have nothing but trouble

like the man in the piano with unfaded charms

I don't care of your magic wings

the wind blowed all the leaves

Yes, I spoke about wings

and I could talk about dreams

and visions of sailors and trains

or rainbowns

I could walk in the snow

or listen to the rain dropping in the floor

(and I need to learn how to sustain myself)

it's the winter on the way

I think you are breaking my hearts into pieces! Oh, Boy!