If the gods were to grant us what we wanted
Would you lend me your arm
Would you help keep me safe from harm
No roof over my head now the rainy season is here
The beginning of a journey
There is a confusion then eveything is clear
Must I wear this dress again
At such an early hour
It's colour has faded
This dress has lost it's power
My heart sings
When the telephone rings
My heart sings
When the telephone rings
My heart sings
On the wall above the bed
Across the roam miles away
Swirling figures dancing and gently sway
The room didn't feel as warm
As warm as it had
You make the strongest claim on me
And I don't know if that's good or bad
Must I wear this dress again
At such an early hour
It's colour has faded
This dress has lost it's power