Текст песни Old Lovers

I thought of writing you today I hate to have to turn away from you I wanted to tell you about the way I feel regarding the death of Aznavour Did you see it’s already available The new season of ‘The Affair’? I can’t watch TV, read a book, eat at the table It makes no sense when you’re not there Why won't you tell me about the odds Of running into you among six million people? I wish I had moved abroad How could you not look just a little miserable? I bought some paintings and a few plants Oh, my decoration looks so lame We’re old lovers who can’t be friends The house is different but remains the same Old, unhappy lovers