when the coffee's grown cold I feel, tired and oldnnand the soles of my shoes have worn thinnnwhen sometimes I ache, and regret my mistakesnnand I don't know just where to beginnnnntake the leaves from the streetnnwhere she stood next to mennand scatter them under my bednntake her bracelets and her ringsnnand her other precious thingsnnand bury them in the place that we metnnnnwell her eyes were blue, when she sat next to younnand she gave you a ribbon from her hairnnas her eyes turned grey you knew, she'd deceive you somedaynnand she knew that you really wouldn't carennnntake the leaves from the streetnnwhere she stood next to mennand scatter them under my bednntake her bracelets and her ringsnnand her other precious thingsnnand bury them in the place that we metnnnnwell her eyes were blues, when she walked away from younnand she slipped a robin's egg in to my handnnas she turned away I knew, she'd deceive me somedaynnand she hopes that maybe I'd understandnnnntake the leaves from the streetnnwhere she stood next to mennand scatter them under my bednntake her bracelets and her ringsnnand her other precious thingsnnand bury them in the place that we met...