Can't eat, can't sleep, can't seem to find time anymore Somewhere she weeps, her hair gently brushes the floor I know my way, I know that I'll find her somehow It's a silly situation, it's just infatuation, no need to be sorry Angela carries me back to

And left so far out from the shore That I can't find my way back, my way anymore I won't be told anymore That I've been brought down in this storm No I won't be told anymore That I've been brought back in this storm