(One-two-three, two-two-four) Send my regards to the man tied to his chair Whose fingers lost feeling, whose eyes scanned the air And tell him I love him, but I've left him behind Now, I'm no longer there and his problem's not mine And it's true I still crave him, I crave him too much He's still in my bloodstream, but I'll soon give him up And send my sincere lust to the girls with blue hair I hope they remember me, but then, I no longer care And all of my troubles, and all of my fears I send them to you now, where they just disappear So come lay beside me and show your true face This girl is a woman now, who saved a man from disgrace Now, the future's unfolding and the past, it's a lie So send our regards to the man we left behind