Sweet Thursday

Pizzicato Five

the first time 
the two of us 
ever spoke to each other 
was a windy thursday afternoon 
in may

on a dazzling main street 
In front of a flower shop 
In a bad temper
you stared at me 

I still remember the little things 
like the lily you
you gave me

the first time
the two of us
kissed was
a week later 
on thursday night 
In a gentle rain
walking for hours and hours 
we repeated the same
old gossip

suddenly, the two of us 
pretended 
to run out of topics 
and we fell in love as expected 

after that
when the two of us 
parted it was 
a cloudy thursday morning in 
september

before I knew it, you were not
in our bed 
and the two of us would never
meet again