She was... how can I say it right? She was all things that I thought of When we burned in the fireplace Nothing but old words of love...
Simple words of love, full of tender yearning. They were all we knew, we were just fifteen. We'd not had enough time for growing and learning, We were barely waking from our childhood dream.
All we needed was some trite old expressions We'd heard actors speak in a courtship scene. Some tales of romance, some poet's obsessions, They were all we knew, we were just fifteen.
Who knows where she is now? Who knows where fate has bound her? I lost her and then somehow Never again have found her.
But oftentimes when it grows dark A song comes to me from afar. Old notes, old chords remind me of Those simple old words of love...
Simple words of love, full of tender yearning. They were all we knew, we were just fifteen. We'd not had enough time for growing and learning, We were barely waking from our childhood dream.
All we needed was some trite old expressions We'd heard actors speak in a courtship scene. Some tales of romance, some poet's obsessions, They were all we knew, we were just fifteen.