ouvi hoje esta canção, na sua edição original. e depois recordei a versão "orquestrada" para a colectânea the love songs. 
há sempre qualquer coisa intemporal na voz de hammill, como se fosse outra vez a primeira vez que se ouve. 
é isso um clássico?

Drawing back the curtains, sluggish city daylight in the afternoon...



Here's that special silence, just before you walk out of the hotel room.



Each time we're so close I assume 
that we'll never be again -


oh, how long must we pretend
 that we're just good friends?




A casual affair is all that you can spare 
from your emotional change;



A calendar of meetings,
 strangers on the street,
 the best we ever arrange.



Now I just can't stand all the pain,
 all the constant make and mend;



how long can we pretend
 that we're just good friends?




I gave you my devotion,
 hiding nothing up my sleeve -



If I walked clean out of your life 
would you even notice me leave?



So much tangled-up emotion,
 should I stay or should I go?



If I walked clean out of your life 
how long would it take you know?



(are we such good friends?)


How sordid this has become
 as the means approach the end – 
And how long can we pretend…