What is the mottled night saying
Who can tell me how to choose
Whenever I think of the time of separation
Sorrow flows upstream into a river
Who does the warmth you give belong to
Who cares who I am
Whenever I think of your choice
Sorrow flows upstream into a river
Losing you is also a gain
It's OK to be alone
Whenever I toss and turn in the middle of the night
Sorrow flows upstream into a river
It's also a pleasure to leave you
No one says it must be love
I want to know if your hands are warm
Sorrow flows upstream into a river
I think it's because I'm so naive
I'm sad because I'm too serious
Whenever I think of your eyes
Sorrow flows upstream into a river
What is the mottled night saying
Who can tell me how to choose
Whenever I think of the time of separation
Sorrow flows upstream into a river
Who does the warmth you give belong to
Who cares who I am
Whenever I think of your choice
Sorrow flows upstream into a river
Losing you is also a gain
It's OK to be alone
Whenever I toss and turn in the middle of the night
Sorrow flows upstream into a river
It's also a pleasure to leave you
No one says it must be love
I want to know if your hands are warm
Sorrow flows upstream into a river
I think it's because I'm so naive
I'm sad because I'm too serious
Whenever I think of your eyes
Sorrow flows upstream into a river
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