She paints my life as a basket of roses,
But he forgets me,
And he lets me,
Cry.

And he doesn’t know,
Inside,
A war is waging over what I would never confide,
And atom bombs drop paper cranes,
But I never get my wish.

Hundreds of thousands,
Of ways,
And miles,
And feelings and smiles,
Will never lead me back to your hands.