Do not be afraid of my honesty
Every concern you harbor is tied to my mast
I’ve decided to listen to a French woman sing
Though I do not understand, she shares my past

It’s not so hard to know
Listen to her voice, the softness
While music suggests how we should feel
Only a singer can live within our sadness

What exists in the unconscious is fully developed
I don’t need any more time behind the mask
I’m only obsessed with the knowing
Of who I am or who I should ask

I live outside my own mind
Leaping fences erected to keep me out
I need to know everything about you
For mystery is not intrigue but instead doubt

There is no time for tradition
Or the fears we both know
Though I possess seeds of passion
I cannot wait for something to grow

You must not think of what is to be built
Or why it is that I noticed you
You cannot be offended that your beauty
Preceded what may come to be true

It’s all very simple now my love
It’s an either or situation
Either our hearts are right for each other
Or they must find other accommodations

I live within my own reason
From you I expect nothing less
And until we able to reason together
I will own only one wine glass