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 skin
I know the way
These things begin.
But I don't know
How I would live with myself
What I would give of myself
If you don't go.
It won't do
To dream of caramel
To think of cinnamon
And long for you…