lyrics by Roger Coghill
Don’t tell all our friends about us, please.
I’d much rather that they didnt know.
Sure, they believe I’m still with him,
And only you know that it’s not so.
You know that you’re far too old for me.
You know that I need a younger man
So spare yourself the agony
Cos I will find him if I can.
Don’t build sandcastles in the sky
Or fog your mind with empty schemes.
Your mirror shows you your snowflake hair
And your parchment skin, too old for dreams.
And though you are kind to let me stay,
Perched in the branches of your life,
Soon as I can I’ll fly away,
Happily being someone’s wife.
Think of some reason to explain
Say that I teach you Portuguese.
I wouldn’t want to cause you pain:
Don’t tell your friends about us please.
