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