It was the shortest day of autumn Until the moment that I caught on That it hurts to be forgotten
I was so scared to try to kiss you Now we were scared he'd finally missed you But you're very fine, a bit used
But it's not fair That your love should move so slow Like the faintest starlight's glow Which moves swiftly, oh I know It's just got oh so far to go.
So I sent some letters to her But they missed and went right through her Though I couldn't find them truer.
And it's not fair That your love should strike so weak And our affections feel so meek And our futures seem so bleak And oh we've got so far to go We're not ever coming home
