it's the chill in the hollow of my bones that making my hands numbnand the sound of the windmill now where it's fromnand solitude sounds are making my eyes weepnand tossing and turning i can't make my mind sleepnnand getting worked up from people i just meetnand this is the reason i thinknit's the ending of careless wantsnbut you are my favorite lovenncan we map the succession, the fever, depression, the bad weeks?nit was right in the corridor but left by the river where we'd meet.nand solitude sounds are making my eyes weepnand tossing and turning i can't make my mind sleepnnand getting worked up from people i just meetnand this is the reason i thinknit's the ending of careless wantsnbut you are my favorite love