My letters sit on your window-sillnYellowed by the sunnWritten that time our love was in its primenThey just ran off my pennMy pen is broken nownCouldn't eat a thingnCouldn't sit next to younAll this sorrow the joy bringsnIt only shows me the truthnChangingnSo I fretted at you, to swallow the pilln[ ? ]nAll that joy couldn't help the boysnBut we look so [ ? ]nJust like burning up the crockerynWith your fire we melt our joynPour in the sorrow this joy bringsnTook away the doubt from menChangingnMy letters sit on your window-sillnYellowed by the sunnWritten that time our love was in its primenThey just ran off my pennI can't write them nownI can't eat a thingnCouldn't sit next to younAll this sorrow the joy bringsnIt only shows me the truthnChangingnI'm changingnChangingnChangingnChanging