When did we go so wrong, my dear,
Or rather when did you?
Was it something I said or misunderstood,
Was it something I didn't do?

You are too wild now and maybe you always were
But you're so wild now and that's something you don't deserve.

Can't you think anymore, is it all just too much?
Where's your subtlety, dear, you've lost your simple touch.

Perhaps it's your feelings now, they burst forever free
But you're too prosaic now, your wildness' not for me.

I miss you, but only you, and not your savage thoughts
I think we were always wrong, dear
But I can't help feeling lost.

How did you go so wrong, dear stranger, or rather when did we?
If you've always been so wild, foreigner,
Then blame must fall to me.