Sometimes I wonder about the state that I'm in
Sometimes I wonder about sin but then
I see the people and I understand
There ain't no use in wondering.

Well I remember being four feet tall
watching the snow storm make the oak leaves fall on my head
I reminisce about an old dead friend
what's the use in remembering?

Don't let me break your heart, Helena.
Don't let me break your heart, Helen.
Don't give me presents and don't let me pray
You're gonna let me dig my very own grave, Helena.

I know I'd leave if I knew where to go
I heard the Winter months are sweet in Rome,
so I pack my bags and get on a boat
and I always wind up at home sweet home,

What's in the name is the same in a sin
Cos I've never seen Paris in spring,
Remember the turtle from morning dove
But could I know of love?

Don't let me break your heart, Helena.
Don't let me break your heart, Helen.
Don't give me presents and don't let me pray
You're gonna let me dig my very own grave, Helena.



Lyrics submitted by jhandy25

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