I’ll be around
If you’d only come back to me
I’ll be safe and sound
I won’t cry
If you’d only come back to me
I surely won’t die
As long as you’ll be around
I’ll be waiting on the dance-floor
Looking for you to be found
To show you what I’ve got in store
Strange how we play with life
How we intoxicate the tears
As we cravenly stare at the knife
Driving three different steers
Hit me, but don’t burn me away
Disgust me, but don’t snare me down
Hate me, but hear the words I say
Fear me, but don’t wait for me to drown
Spoon in spoon
I stare in you’re coffee-eyes
I won’t drink
Thinking of you
As the little time flies
While I sink
Not a word that describes you
Not a sentence that could be
The catcher of your beauty
I can only stare and see