I think he must have been eighteen
He was as fragile as a dream
Strong as a man
Seeing the summer in his eyes
I felt my autumn as it flies
Like grains of sand
I added make-up to my face
As if to cover some disgrace
I saw him smiling
Rainbows and colours of the spring
I would have given anything
To win his loving
I think he must have been eighteen
A movie star on any screen
It made him careless
He never said a word of love
He thought that speaking about love
Was only worthless
And then as if the line were new
He simply whispered, "I want you
Let's stay together"
We drifted slowly through the night
I never knew a love more right
Not since, not ever
I think he must have been eighteen
It made him vain and almost mean
His looks abusing
Without a word he slowly dressed
Leaving me to my loneliness
My share of losing
I could have tried to make him mine
I let him go without a sign
My face was lying
He said, I am not the kind to fall
Love is for grown-ups after all
I felt like crying
I added make-up to my face
As if to cover some disgrace
I saw him smiling
I had forgotten in a dream
That I was almost twice eighteen.
