Each is not my love moan I, for what
I make love up, so I know how to make love
There you can have my youth, I know I have loved
Started to see him, till I married him

Yearn admits you're outside me
Grow up

I have seen this all my life, perhaps a lot more
And I have been so naive
All move and try, he knew not
And your spangle, how it hurts and I have feelings

Yearn admits you're outside me
Grow up
Yearn admits you're outside me
Grow up