I like it when the curtains sway,
When the wind is blowing hard.
But as soon as you have to go away,
Our last words will be a goodbyr card.
Remember when we used to sit,
By the window every night.
The world was only dimly lit,
The moon and stars, the only light.
I miss how you used to hold me,
Gentle, yet strong when I was down.
All my love was sewn to thee,
In your beauty I could drown.
I like it when the curtains would sway,
When the wind was blowing hard.
But when you had to go away,
Our last words were a goodbye card.