Listening to Classical and not feeling tearful, but I've not had an earful yet.

It's usually later than I think when I don't think that it's late,
but when it's midnight in Fresno or Cairo and bed time in Bodmin
you can't count on counting me in.

Still listening to classical and She's casting quizzical looks,
it's like love is a game of chess, castles and Queens, bishops and rooks
more quizzical looks and it's checkmate.