bicyclingfish
The Fly
I told you all my stories.
I listened to some of yours.
I told you all my secrets.
I listened to one of yours.
I wrote you a lot of letters.
I read three of yours.
I offered my hand on a cold night.
I held your fingers within mine.
I dreampt of you when I fell asleep.
I hear you cry when you weep.
I want you close to me and there I'd keep
You, you, you...
What Else Could I Do?
I listened to some of yours.
I told you all my secrets.
I listened to one of yours.
I wrote you a lot of letters.
I read three of yours.
I offered my hand on a cold night.
I held your fingers within mine.
I dreampt of you when I fell asleep.
I hear you cry when you weep.
I want you close to me and there I'd keep
You, you, you...
What Else Could I Do?