And so it goes, another love gone dead;
I fear another will not bloom again.
(I still hear your music inside my head.)

I used to dress up all in lively red,
but then love’s cruel dim clouds came waltzing in:
And so it goes, another love gone dead.

I think of you when I lay down to bed;
My moon-lit dreams drive me near-half insane.
(I still hear your music inside my head.)

The clocks tick on, but memory won’t fade:
you are no longer more than other men.
And so it goes, another love gone dead.

“You will marry a music man,” they said,
but time has passed since you last spoke my name.
(I still hear your music inside my head.)

Some days I wish I’d been born deaf instead;
At least I’d never hear the past again.
And so it goes, another love gone dead.
(I still hear your music inside my head.)