More Than That

Sprout

On my own, with no left to help me cry

On my own, I think better than to want to die



Instead, I think of you,

I think of you and fall in love with my thoughts.



My thoughts drift away,

I'm unable to fathom the beauty of your face.

Such beauty can't be more than skin deep?

I hold my head in my hands and begin to weep.



Your face, loving feelings over me sweep.

The love I carry for you is an unstoppable furnace of lust.



Sweet baby, how can you fall for me.

Every time I fall for you,

You just slip out of reach.



You're face in my head, spinning round and round.

I lie on my bed, I feel like a hound and hound

for your love.



Love lost in the summer of 69,

Swimming in lust,

like the spring time rain in 71.

Wanting for nothing more

Than for you to come back to me

But baby, I know that that'll never be.



Wanting you more than I need the air that I breathe

If I were to die in your arms I'd be releaved



One more day facing pain,

one more day without your love.



It'll not be long

And our love will fly high like a dove.