That reminds me of a song
It was a sad song, bad song
An everlasting, endless song
It was a sad song, bad song

Two smiling faces bent
Over the table
The glasses are filled with white wine
One face I know but the
Other I don’t
But I realise it can’t be mine

That reminds me of a song
It was a sad song, bad song
An everlasting, endless song
It was a sad song, bad song

The day I died ‘s over
But the smell ‘s still here
Caught in a creased envelope
I’m throwing darts at a
Faded picture
Intending a soul without hope

I’m waiting here but you
Don’t show up
I am lighting my third cigarette
Small drops are falling in
Black pool of mud
I am standing in head and feet wet

That reminds me of a song
It was a sad song, bad song
An everlasting, endless song
It was a sad song, bad song

That reminds me of a song
It was a sad song, bad song
An everlasting, endless song
It was a sad song, bad song