It won＇t do
to dream of caramel,
to think of cinnamon
and long for you.
It won＇t do
to stir a deep desire,
to fan a hidden fire
that can never burn true.
I know your name,
I know your skin,
I know the way
these things begin;
But I don＇t know
how I would live with myself,
what I＇d forgive of myself
if you don＇t go.
So goodbye,
sweet appetite,
no single bite
could satisfy...I know your name,
I know your name,
I know your skin,
I know the way
these things begin;
But I don＇t know
how I would live with myself,
what I＇d forgive of myself
if you don＇t go.
It won＇t do
to dream of caramel,
to think of cinnamon
and long for you.