| Hallie I still love you anyway, |
| You don’t have to take back what you said, |
| You’re so full of yourself, you’re so full of yourself, |
| There’s no room for anything else |
| Oh no, oh no, oh no At the start, your face lit like a church |
| And cross myself deaf, dumb and getting worse, |
| So we tumble inside the length of your dress, |
| No one’s talking to anyone else, |
| Oh no, oh no, oh no |
| I’m just trying to catch up with you, |
| But you’re always changing, |
| Hallie, I know I’m a fool, |
| Cause you’re always changing, |
| Hallie, but you’re always changing, |
| But you’re always changing, |
| Hallie, now that Winter’s on our tongue, |
| We make plans, but can’t keep up with 'em, |
| Those black flowers keep pushing up through the ground |
| I just want to push 'em back down, oh Cause you got all your fortunes and little games, Hallie, |
| I still want to hear your name, |
| Oh no, oh no, oh no |
| I’m just trying to catch up with you, |
| But you’re always changing, |
| Hallie, I know I’m a fool, |
| Cause you’re always changing, |
| Hallie, but you’re always changing, |
| But you’re always changing, |