that we were meant to see
What is and isnít meant to be.
If you canít see that Iím in love,
I think I ought to go.
It took so long to write this song.
Iím still not sure itís right or
I have so much I want to say, but
you donít want to know.
Weíve loved a while in our odd
And Iíve been glad to make you
I thought sometimes Iíd reached
your heart, but I could never tell.
They seek him here, they seek him
Those Frenchies seek him
Is he in Heaven or in Hell, that
damned, elusive Pimpernel?