Every song I hear puts me in mind of you,
I loath your being so far, the distances I rue.
I'd ask you to get out of my mind,
But then, I'm afraid I'd lose you, never to find.
Five minutes, that's all the time I ask, just five,
It might just be the spark that might the world revive.
But then, five calls for ten, and ten an hour,
Surely, if this can't be, how the Stupid Cupids of the world must glower.
For you are mine, and I love you,
We've tried to keep this simple, simple and pure, as so few...
Have done before and are doing now, and will do soon,
But why must it be frickin' night when for you it's noon?
I loath your being so far, the distances I rue.
I'd ask you to get out of my mind,
But then, I'm afraid I'd lose you, never to find.
Five minutes, that's all the time I ask, just five,
It might just be the spark that might the world revive.
But then, five calls for ten, and ten an hour,
Surely, if this can't be, how the Stupid Cupids of the world must glower.
For you are mine, and I love you,
We've tried to keep this simple, simple and pure, as so few...
Have done before and are doing now, and will do soon,
But why must it be frickin' night when for you it's noon?