The sunray is magnificently sweet
Like a Ponkan dew beneath your teeth...
I love that feeling when we first meet
Butterflies and nervous feet...
Mouth are looking for mouth
between verses...
Behind the thoughtless rush that rules my dome;
Rebels a thought to it's impermanence...
And in my mind I was never good enough for you
It hurts me to my core...
I am awake much earlier than her
As my eyes try to adjust in the night...
I still have all the pictures...
all the memories...
I do not know how to say sweet words. But I know...
The languages of true love are sincerity...
There is a boy who has
his eyes on this girl who...
This is a story about Beth and Bob
She was his princess and he her heartthrob...
She loved her high-heeled shoes, she was
cheeky, she had style, she would be dressed...
You know when you can't sleep
When these thoughts just creep...