I've written letters to you on whitest paper
But they all return to me a pale brown
And I've tried to stand up to it
But it all seemed kinda useless
So I'm writing you this letter from the ground
And if you see a gentleman of promise
Stealing looks at you from there, across the room
And if your tired heart, it dances
From exchanging second glances
Don't hesitate to steal your glances too
And I wanted to wait 'till the sun won't appear
Making flowers and placing them over our ears
But you are what you are
Aand I'm not very far along
But something tells me there will come a time
Tired of that back and forth of fair that we've been through
Thinking more than once it may be time for something new
Suddenly you'll see him there standing far across the room
Staring at you
And I wanted to wait 'till the sun won't appear
Making flowers and placing them over our ears
But you are what you are
And I'm not very far along
And I'm not very far along
And if your tired heart, it dances
From exchanging second glances
Please don't hesitate to put this letter down