Affairs of the Heart Songtext
von Phil Hendriks

Well there′s a collection of letters
Stands in a box on a shelf
You could only call them love letters
And things you wanna keep to yourself

And they don't mean much
But they did in a way
They′re only souvenirs
Only souvenirs

Of broken-off dates
And lazy afternoons
In parks and lanes and fields
And wasted money and time
Taking her home

Now I'm alone with my affairs of the heart whoa, oh, oh
Affairs of the heart whoa, oh, oh
Now I'm alone with my affairs of the heart whoa, oh, oh
Affairs of the heart whoa, oh, oh, oh


So what happened to the collection of letters
Used to stand in a box on a shelf
When we used to talk about the weather
In the park by the back of your house

What happened to the parks and the letters and the rain
And the nights in the back of the car
And the no-claims bonus when you smashed up the car
And the letters in the box, affairs of the heart

Don′t it make you laugh
Could never make you cry
And I′m still the same after all these years
Taking me back

So what happened to the collection of letters
Used to stand in a box on a shelf
When we used to talk about the weather
In the park by the back of your house, go

What happened to the parks and the letters and the rain
And the nights in the back of the car
And the no-claims bonus when you smashed up the car
And the letters in the box, affairs of the heart


And don't it make you laugh
Could never make you cry
I′m still the same after all these years
Taking me back

So now I'm alone, alone with my affairs of the heart whoa, oh, oh
Affairs of the heart whoa, oh, oh
Now I′m alone with my affairs of the heart whoa, oh, oh
Affairs of the heart whoa, oh, oh
Now I'm alone
Affairs of the heart whoa, oh, oh
Yeah I′m alone with my affairs of the heart