Tell me of your stories
Tell me of your past
Write a book of how you look to the moonlights cast
Let the song be free
Come be home with me
Love you splendidly
Beauty is beneath
Trust my hands will fade
My eyes will surely close
But with your truthful cries
In our youthful demise
I will follow you lone
This naive beauty of our own
Wear my sweater
Blue and brown
Drive into a little town
Baby love can make you drown
Let's jump in together