Icy winter, rainy spring I don't understand a thing Boiling summer, rotten fall I don't get it, not at all The seasons come and the seasons go I lost my voice at your burlesque show I blame myself, but I blame you too There'll be no more songs for you Love is wild, it can't be tamed It walks with pride but falls in shame Finds you when you want it least Leaves you when you need it most The doubts you had and the trust I lacked We crossed our fingers behind our backs Who fell over, who came through? There'll be no more songs for you Hearts are shaped in solitude The rules, the laws are harsh and crude What goes up must come down Just as sure as the earth is round Who will fit into you master plan? Can't you see, baby, nobody can My eyes are brown, yours are blue And there'll be no more songs for you So tip your hats to ignorance It all begins with one slow dance The moon, the song, the magnolia tree The stars that fall in a drunken spree We were the best thing we ever saw You veiled your fangs and I hid my claws But the foot just never fit the shoe There'll be no more songs for you There'll be no more songs for you