On an autumn avenue
I asked you to trust me
As I felt what I was doing
Was the right thing to do
I handed your father
A blank passion card
With our names on it
We then left the country
And have never returned
On an autumn avenue
I asked you to trust me
As I felt what I was doing
Was the right thing to do
I handed your father
A blank passion card
With our names on it
We then left the country
And have never returned