I'm writing you pure words,
I'll erase all the crossings-out,
and on that sheet of paper,
I'm about
to circle your mistakes
and rub them all out,
as we go along..
It's not a work of literature,
nor some lyrics of a song.
It's just a reading play,
few stolen moments flying away,
as we go along..
And when my message arrives,
make sure you read between the lines..
You'll see that
with almost nothing at all,
we can go very far...
Just knock on my window and
I'll open the door..
I'm not really sure,
whether you may endure..
As, from your eyes, a splash could gush,
while you read me in a hush,
as we go along..
And if my message comes at time,
with almost nothing at all,
we can go very far...
For a while, you'd be mine..
And
with your hands
you'd lower my neckline
unknot my ribbons and my bands
as we go along..
And
with our hands,
we'll draw all the plans,
to get inside each other's lands,
as we go along..
I'm writing you distilled words,
I've erased all the crossings-out,
and on that sheet of paper,
I've rubbed out my own faults,
as we go along...
to circle your mistakes
and rub them all out,
as we go along..
It's not a work of literature,
nor some lyrics of a song.
It's just a reading play,
few stolen moments flying away,
as we go along..
And when my message arrives,
make sure you read between the lines..
You'll see that
with almost nothing at all,
we can go very far...
Just knock on my window and
I'll open the door..
I'm not really sure,
whether you may endure..
As, from your eyes, a splash could gush,
while you read me in a hush,
as we go along..
And if my message comes at time,
with almost nothing at all,
we can go very far...
For a while, you'd be mine..
And
with your hands
you'd lower my neckline
unknot my ribbons and my bands
as we go along..
And
with our hands,
we'll draw all the plans,
to get inside each other's lands,
as we go along..
I'm writing you distilled words,
I've erased all the crossings-out,
and on that sheet of paper,
I've rubbed out my own faults,
as we go along...