It's 1'o'clock in the morning,
Trying to write a song to make you cry,
I've got lily of the valley and a great deal of golden rings,
But finery never got your attention, did it
I settle for volumes of poetry, and faded out sunlight and rose-colored cheeks
You're still just as inclined to pick another over me
I can't play wallflower forever, you know, for long after your voice
Rings sallow in my ear
But I can get you drunk, and I can steal all your hugs,
And I can promise you lakes and rivers to swim in, and time to abide by
I can show you great monuments and build you sandcastles
I can burn you your toast, and blacken your coffee,
I can make you sleep soft, I can buy you silk sheets, and kiss away the tears
That I strive, inevitably, to bring to your eyes