The point at which you…
Looked at me
Has always been…
Part of my brain
Now my mind…
Is in a whirl
And it seems…
I am not the same
My dear and special friend
There's never a point at which we end, no, no

I'm in mine…
And mine is fine
I'm wrapped up in…
Shiny things
Blackbirds in…
Summer time
They find a low
I end up being you
My dear and special friend
There's never a point at which we end, no, no

The point at which…
You looked at me
Has always been…
Part of my brain
Now my mind…
Is in a whirl
And it seems…
I am not the same
My dear and special friend
There's never a point at which we end, no, no