Melting in the Fullness of Time

Yes its true I think of you In an air-raid shelter filled with clover As somewhere on the radio Our leader says the war is over Do you recall the coarseness of my uniform? I think of you and yes its true I lost my heart to a submarine girl Sometimes

I'm not in love I never was and never will be And if I was I tell myself I'd leave the country When the wind blows through the cornfields Summer will caress my mind But seeds are for sowing maybe This time is harvest time I never had a plan to change