Text z alba The Visitors (1981)
(B. Andersson / B. Ulvaeus)
They passed me by -
all of those great romances
You were, I felt
robbing me
of my rightful chances
My picture clear -
everything seemed so easy
And so I dealt you the blow
one of us had to go
Now it's different
I want you to know
One of us is crying
One of us is lying
in her lonely bed
staring at the ceiling,
wishing she was
somewhere else instead
(one of us is shaking
with a heart that's breaking)
One of us is lonely
One of us is only
waiting for a call
Sorry for herself
feeling stupid
feeling small
Wishing she had
never left at all
I saw myself
as a concealed attraction
I felt you kept me away
from the heat and the action
Just like a child
stubborn and misconceiving -
that's how I started the show -
one of us had to go
Now I've changed
and I want you to know
One of us is crying…