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when the coffee's grown cold I feel, tired and oldand the soles of my shoes have worn thinwhen sometimes I ache, and regret my mistakesand I don't know just where to begintake the leaves from the streetwhere she stood next to meand scatter them under my bedtake her bracelets and her ringsand her other precious thingsand bury them in the place that we metwell her eyes were blue, when she sat next to youand she gave you a ribbon from her hairas her eyes turned grey you knew, she'd deceive you somedayand she knew that you really wouldn't caretake the leaves from the streetwhere she stood next to meand scatter them under my bedtake her bracelets and her ringsand her other precious thingsand bury them in the place that we metwell her eyes were blues, when she walked away from youand she slipped a robin's egg in to my handSongtexteas she turned away I knew, she'd deceive me somedayand she hopes that maybe I'd understandtake the leaves from the streetwhere she stood next to meand scatter them under my bedtake her bracelets and her ringsand her other precious thingsand bury them in the place that we met... Aus Songtexte Mania