How Trivial We Are

There is a court at the end of King Street
Where all the lovers come to meet
Across the square at ten to eight
This is where we used to wait

A big old church standing there
A wooden door next to the stair
Where we used to have a break
Until the cold wind made you shake

If we only could run out of bloom as we come into blossom, dear
It took us way too many years

Once a delicate heart has been taken apart
No one ever filled the gap you left
No one will be there to bring it back

Here come the memories
Here come the memories again

Ain't got no clue and no idea
What has taken me back here
And what came over me these days
Will I ever overcome this place?

If we only could run out of bloom as we come into blossom, dear
It took us way too many years

Once a delicate heart has been taken apart
No one ever filled the gap you left
No one will be there to bring it back

Loads of love been raining down
On that dried old little town
On grumpy folks and empty minds
While our eyes began to shine