I've been thinking real-hard about you
Its not a little unlike you to smile
I'll no more heed this passing commotion of love
Like an echo so very strangely in time
No babe; no, I won't cry for you
Whatever you do, it'll be the last fugue without you
It's a sad, sad day
Every notion passes slowly without you
Something stirring inside me always madly almost wildly
In that perfect deja-moment without you
No babe; no, I won't cry for you
Whatever you do, it'll be the last fugue without you
Something stirring inside me always madly almost wildly
In that perfect deja-moment without you
No babe; no, I won't cry for you; cry won't cry
Whatever you do, it'll be the last fugue without you
No babe, I won't cry for you
Whatever you do, it'll be the last fugue without you