(I think I made you up inside my head.)
go waltzing
out
in
blue and red,
that you bewitched me
and sung me moon-struck,
kissed me quite insane.
(I think I made you up inside my head.)
from the sky
hell's fires fade:
I fancied you'd return
the way you said,
But I grow old
and I forget your name.
(I think I made you up inside my head.)
At least when spring comes
they roar back again.
(I think I made you up inside my head.)