Sweet Miranda brings me the wine
turning thistledown laughter
I would take her blue cue too late
just to catch what she's after
but you don't believe that I'm
how can you believe that I'm
When the bow broke in pieces we fell
we would scream and shout
but the point is we fell dear
There will be no more wishlessness
Best that we say farewell here
but you don't believe that I'm
how can you believe that I'm
she had balloons in the back seat
She never moved so I just whispered goodbye
she reminded me of you when you cry
and I didn't mean to make you cry
Sweet Miranda brings me the wine
turning thistledown laughter
I would take her blue cue too late
just to catch what she's after
but you don't believe that I'm
how can you believe that I'm