A Very Short Story Songtext
von Paul Bond

I loved you then, on the rooftops of Italy,
Searchlight epiphany, making love on the balcony with nothing to lose

Our luck, it changed after the armistice
Letters and letters of love proclamations that I just can′t forget

Light in the darkest of times, but she married him in the spring
Or so did she say, I threw her letters away and I wept in my room for a week

Light in the darkest of times, a loving that's hard to forget
It was simple and easy, happy, diseaseless, but ended with a sudden goodbye, a sickening goodbye...