Hanging' low where the window sill   Shines high above my head   Deciphering words she might have said...   Shines a yellow out to the black   Sneak there out and back   Catching a train on my way home.   At that moment I bid innocence,   "Farewell!"   At that moment bye-bye to the bibs   The show-and-tell.   I fell in love with a    Past experience   Last summer was   maybe a big mistake...   I climbed up.   You helped me in.   And topics wore down thin   On the return   I recall my blinding grin.   Before saltwater months   I was just brilliant   Who would've thought it ends like this?   Who would've thought it ends like this?