And I know we were both too young, way back when we had our thing
And you're not the one that I think of every time that the telephone rings
And I know that what we had would not be called love by the ones we know
And I know it's been many years and a hundred love-affairs ago
I know all that so well, but I also do know this:
Calleth you, cometh I
And that's just how it is, and how it's always been
It's where my reason stops and something else comes in
I know it doesn't make sense, but still...
Calleth you, cometh I -And that's how it is