My experience

It was nothing, it came from nowhere at all, it was a casual remark,
not a curtain-call.
Late for breakfast - black coffee, brandy-laced...
that look on your face.
I'll remember last night I'll look out for the signs
You were caught in the light
time after time
it's been my experience that when the row gets serious
a certain silence will fall...
But I just can't stop it, why don't you tell me what's wrong?
My heart goes like a rocket, the feeling's so strong.
I just can't stop it, why don't you tell me what's wrong?
Don't think about it too long.

I could argue this another way, but on another day I might have to shout.
You keep your mouth shut, but it's too late for that now:
the word got out.
In translation it's lost, in desperation it's mimed
is this Paradise lost, or Paradise time after time?