When are you going to come back? nWhere are you now, where do you stay? nI thought of you and changed my mindnAnd some lines said too swiftly mean you stubbornly refuse to come homenI’m awfully drunk and awfully alonenAnd the nights that passed have been such hard nightsnI know that it’s late, this love at last sightnThe tragic story of love: nA slamming door is enoughnAnd these people will lose their mindsnSo let’s raise our glasses before we settle in our big empty bedsnTo all the ones we learned to love too latenAnd the nights that passed have been such hard nightsnI know that it’s late, this love at last sightnAnd the heart that breaks at the sound of goodbyenWill suffer always from love at last sightn