Oh, majesty of life, please don't escape me.
it's getting later and the windowshades are drawn.
i'm not the best that i could be
but i'm trying to wait and see
what can happen to a girl in her hometown
oh, the wilderness
the unmade bed
the aching head
and oh the greying afternoon
the diary that ends too soon
Oh sweet belief in love, i know you're somewhere
no love is perfect but a true one must exist
it's getting farther down the year
i hope my autumn eyes will clear
and let me recognize his soul
when we have kissed