He started to woo her in the most peculiar way The librarian's dress was a fawner shade of grey The books he was to borrow he would surely never read They had an intellectual calibre he hoped that she would see
He planned to take her home to bed some day He'd smooth her goosebumped skin while she lay But the unspoken thing they both knew Whilst he'd dream of her often She would forget in just ten minutes
Her beauty has not truly been seen until her beauty's been seen by his tired eyes Her tears have not truly been dried until her tears have been dried on his tired shirtsleeves
He's beginning to irritate so she made him go away The smallest cruellest insult she ignored his subtle ways The deathly silence let him know his efforts were in vain Did the words ever exist, and if so, could he find them?
He planned to take her home to bed some day He'd smooth her goosebumped skin while she lay But the unspoken thing they both knew Whilst he'd dream of her often She would forget in just ten minutes
Her beauty has not truly been seen until her beauty's been seen by his tired eyes Her tears have not truly been dried until her tears have been dried on his tired shirtsleeves Her body has not truly been stripped until her clothes have been ripped by his nailbitten fingers Her beauty has not truly been seen until her beauty's been seen by his tired eyes
And oh, all the loneliest of nights, when he never held her tight, he will never kiss her eyelids (x4)Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
