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