I think I'm in love, but I must just be tired.

See, my head is dizzy and my eyesight is fuzzy

And my health is so poor I'm not myself anymore

My stomach's so weak and my behavior is meek

At this rate I know my fate'll be bleak 

With words like the sun, it's the race that you've won

to get to end of this line

So I must just be tired, yes it must just be that

So I'll close my soft eyes

and rest my soft head

Maybe it'll pass

Maybe it'll go

But god knows I'm not myself anymore