Tune sweet tune curves in the mist
As we walk down the alley at night
Breeze melts down on your cheeks
How could it be that we have missed the occasion
How could it happen that the lips were pursed
How could it be that we have missed [bad word] How could it happen when the spring [bad word] 
Black turns grey, stills of life
Drops fall down as we open the door
Spring plays red on your face
How could it be that we have missed the occasion
How could it happen that the lips were pursed
How could be that we have missed [bad word] How could it happen when the spring [bad word]