At first I thought that it was true,
but her reason
and the season
told me only half of what she knew.

I know that it's true.
Fade to blue...

Look's like water's seeping through;
Rain outside
and inside
like a wet soul in a shoe.

I don't know what to do.
Fade to blue...

Melancholy's nothing new.
Must be lazy,
must be crazy
maybe it's just my point of view.

Black is not a hue.
Fade to blue...
Fade to blue...
Fade to blue...

And she's given me nothing to rue,
and I see
it must be me
telling all of this to you.