everyday bliss is not remembered   i know exactly how my belly aches   you rang a couple of times before i answered   i coughed, i moaned and i shaked   i didn't really want to hear your stories and facts   but i needed your voice so i asked   we did it in the woods near sleepy hallow   it was cold, at sundown the dinner was served   it was dark but the leaves were still yellow   and every little sound was heard   then we had to make it down to the river and back   when the dead of the night had turned black   the near thought of you makes me cry   it fills my heart with a sour mirth   i can't get over the fact that you will die   and there will be nothing left on earth   so i have to keep away on my own account   and love all days now they are my owns