It was nothing, it came from nowhere at all, it was a casual remark, not a curtain-call. Late for breakfast - black coffee, brandy-laced... that look on your face. I'll remember last night; I'll look out for the signs; You were caught in the light time after time it's been my experience that when the row gets serious a certain silence will fall... But I just can't stop it, why don't you tell me what's wrong? My heart goes like a rocket, the feeling's so strong. I just can't stop it, why don't you tell me what's wrong? Don't think about it too long. I could argue this another way, but on another day I might have to shout. You keep your mouth shut, but it's too late for that now: the word got out. In translation it's lost, in desperation it's mimed; is this Paradise lost, or Paradise time after time?