I don't know about you, and I'm sorry
I loved it when you did it
And when I listen to our songs
I don't see the solutions written
I see the sorrows of the authors
Only your songs I seem to hear
They are our treasures at the bottom of the sea
Only your songs I seem to hear
Like every wave on the seashore
Well, your throat has my knot
And although what they tell us hurts us
There are times when we are happy
They invent them, they invent them
Only your songs I seem to hear
They are our treasures at the bottom of the sea
Only your songs I seem to hear
Like every wave on the seashore
Only your songs I seem to hear
They are our treasures at the bottom of the sea
Only your songs I seem to hear
Like every wave on the seashore