My letters sit on your window-sill
Yellowed by the sun
Written that time our love was in its prime
They just ran off my pen, my pen is broken now
Couldn't eat a thing, couldn't sit next to you

For all this sorrow the joy brings
It only shows me the truth, changing

So I fretted at you, to swallow the pill
That's getting bitterer every day
All that joy couldn't help the boys
But we look so
Just like burning up the crockery
With your fire we melt our joy
Pour in the sorrow this joy brings
Took away the doubt from me, changing

My letters sit on your window-sill
Yellowed by the sun
Written that time our love was in its prime
They just ran off my pen, I can't write them now
I can't eat a thing, couldn't sit next to you

All this sorrow the joy brings
It only shows me the truth
Changing, I'm changing
Changing, changing, changing