Was it love
that I thought of
when I wrote to you on that day
Or was it you
I wish I knew
but now my letter's far away
Now your reply
burns in my mind
You understood but that's no good
Polite rejection's no relief
I couldn't scream or make a scene
Just sit in solemn disbelief
What you might say
your red letter day
It was the month of November
that no one remembers
Good bye
Bye bye