Serious Richard, why do you frown like you do?
Why do you think the whole world is after you?
Well, you're probably right and it's probably true about me, too
'Cause sometimes the world ain't sweet
Oh these days, when was it ever?
Maybe it's just this city hurts
Oh Richard, I love you worse
I often recall the time in the doorway in Paris
The time of the broken sinks and the broken hearts
And the broken weeds that we tore apart
Thinking they were flowers, thinking they were art
We were so smart, Richard
We liked our love, we loved to live
Out in the streets we knew how to give
We were alive, happy to be alive
You don't know my memory lingers
Or the message of your fingers
Serious Richard, where did you go?
I never thought an ending we would ever know
Now it's so cold without your love