How Trivial We Are

There is a court at the end of King Street Where all the lovers come to meet Across the square at ten to eight This is where we used to wait A big old church standing there A wooden door next to the stair Where we used to have a break Until the cold wind made you shake If we only could run out of bloom as we come into blossom, dear It took us way too many years Once a delicate heart has been taken apart No one ever filled the gap you left No one will be there to bring it back Here come the memories Here come the memories again Ain't got no clue and no idea What has taken me back here And what came over me these days Will I ever overcome this place? If we only could run out of bloom as we come into blossom, dear It took us way too many years Once a delicate heart has been taken apart No one ever filled the gap you left No one will be there to bring it back Loads of love been raining down On that dried old little town On grumpy folks and empty minds While our eyes began to shine