(Outside)
(The) Flowers' growing fast,
It's stuck on your arm,
For the first time I don't try to fix
Something just right.
They say people won't change but...
Everyone is changin',
Everyone's childness fadin',
In a sweet little love dream.

(Inside)
I'm still making coffee for two every morning,
And for the first time I guess...
It's a good thing.
'Cause trust me I'm trying to do something,
But there's no cure for love, for you, for me.