Il testo della Condition of the heart

There was a girl in paris whom he sent a letter to
Hoping she would answer back now wasn't that a foolhardy notion
On the part of a sometimes lonely musician?
Acting out a whim is only good for a condition of the heart

There was a dame from london who insisted that he love her
Then left him for a real prince from arabia now isn't that a shame
That sometimes money buys you everything and nothing?
Love it only seems to buy a terminal condition of the heart

Oh, thinking about you, driving me crazy
Oh, my friends all say it's just a phase, but
Oh, every day is a yellow day
I'm blinded by the daisies in your yard

There was a woman from the ghetto
Who made funny faces just like clara bow
How was i to know that she would wear the same cologne as you
And giggle the same giggle that you do?
Whenever i would act a fool, the fool with a condition of the heart

Oh, thinking about you, driving me crazy
Oh, my friends all say it's just a phase, but
Oh, every single day is a yellow day
I'm blinded by the daisies in your yard

(there was a girl in paris whom he sent a letter to)
There was a girl whom he sent a letter to
(hoping she would answer back)
She never answered back and now
(wasn't that a foolhardy notion?)
He's got a condition of the heart