i won't do, to dream of caramel
to think of cinnamon
and long for you
i won't do, to stir a deep desire
to fan a hidden fire
that can never bur true
i know your name, i know your skin
i know the way these things begin
but i don't know
what i would give of myself
how i would live with myself
if you don't go
i won't you, to dream of caramel
to think of cinnamon
and long for you.
