Come in, I've been expecting you / There's a knock on the door and love walks through / And lights a fire and smiles a smile / As if love were going to stay a while / And the fire breathes and weaves its spell / But then love runs out of lies to tell / For love is restless, love's a flirt / Love has places to go and people to hurt / So here's a shovel to smother the flame / Tomorrow you'll barely remember my name / And I'll try to forget you, my dearest one / As a prisoner tries to forget the sun / For life holds no purpose, and love holds no charms / Since I beheld you in another's arms.