The morning so sweet has a way of disappearingnThat moment is lost to the daynThe truth I believed has a way of interferingnWith what I find I must saynMy heart is now brokennAnd I fear we've run out of timenThe new growth of spring comes alive in such profusionnI don't even mind when blossoms fallnYour voice on the phone, it fills me with confusionnI don't even want you to callnCause my heart is now brokennAnd we, we've run out of time