Lyrics

Your face in the press The bars and the stars upon your dress Dressed casually And loved eventually I'm starting to break Only so much that any one man can take Take your time my friend Love finds you in the end So no more reproach In these cards or envelopes Don't bother tryin' I know you're lyin' Autumn leaves on the tree These tiny things mean so much to me So much I never told you And now I never hold you And the forecast is sleet On the street [where] we used to meet We stop and eat, it was so sweet So glad that I found you So no more reproach In these cards or envelope Don't bother cryin' I know you're lyin' No more 'See ya later' No more 'It can wait' And all the times I was alone I was alone I was alone Alone