I am rich in all I’ve lost, I am rich in all I’ve lost
The fruit that comes after the blossom drops
I am rich in all I’ve lost, I am rich in all that I’ve lost
I close the book and the story stops

And they all fade away
And turn to face the day

I am rich in all I’ve lost, I am rich in all that I’ve lost
The tingling chili lips taste a lingering frost
I am rich in all I’ve lost, I am rich in all that I’ve lost
The Madeline's on his tongue, all he tastes is the past

And they all fade away
And turn to face the day

I am rich in all that I’ve lost, I am rich in all that I’ve lost