If I be so inclined to climb up beside you,
Would you tell me that the time just isn't right?
And if I ever find the key you hide so well,
Will you tell me that I can spend the night?
Leaving your smell on my coat, leaving your taste on my shoulder
I still fail to understand what it is about this woman.
If I could bottle up the chills that you give me
I would keep them in a jar next to my bed.
And if I should ever draw a picture of a woman
It is you that would come flowing from my pen.
Leaving your clothes on my floor, making me walk out the door
And I still fail to understand what it is about this woman.
Helplessly melting as I stand next to the sun