deep inside both of us can feel the autumn chill.
Birds of passage, you and me,
we fly instinctively,
when the summer's over and the dark clouds hide the sun.
Neither you nor I'm to blame when all is said and done.
who at last flesh and blood to cherish and hold.
Jealous fools will suffer yes
I know and I confess.
Once I lost my way when something good had just began.
Lesson learned it's history when all is said and done.
slightly worn, but dignified and not too old for sex.
Clear-headid and opened-eyes
was nothing left to try,
standing calmly at the crossroads, no desire to run.
There's no hurry anymore when all is said and done.
There's no hurry anymore when all is said... and done.