false february spring
      fools trees into blooming
    early spring's irish creeks
      sneak into my blood streams

    old melodies and stories
    the spring's cheap champagne
    carries light memories

    my oh my
    her name was computer science
    she was a calculating type
    but we formed a heavenly alliance
    now I miss her bits and bytes

    i must sing to her
    (any pretext will do)
    don't kid yourself
    that i was in love with you
    i kid myself
    that i wasn't in love with you.

    old melodies and stories
    the spring's cheap champagne
    carries light memories

    i know food & evenings & dance
    but words -- i split in two
    i don't know who i am
    and who was in love with you

    i know evenings & champagne & dance
    but i am lost in the land of romance

    welcome (!) the early spring in my late autumn  
    i bathe in champagne bubbles
    on my way to the bottom