I look at the grey clouds,
Then I look in your eyes,
I feast at your smile,
Then I look to the sky,
Shining down on me,
What more could I need,
When I’m with Love herself.

Awakened by dreams,
Devoted as thieves,
Slaving to work,
Thoughts of you never really hurt,

Watermelon singing,
Watermelon bringing,
Watermelon cutting,
Seeds spitting,

My strings sure want to be held by you,
I’m as sure as it recalls the smells of you,
I’m sure my longings are true,
These thoughts of you,

Wrestling with the wrongs,
Giving up on the songs,
I’ve heard it all before,
I’ve warned of the same I’m sure,

Nobody told me though,
How to water the candle you’ve lit,
Will flowers bloom where it sits,
Who are you to hit me to the floor,

Nightmares unforgiving,
Lies worth selling,
Volunteering trips,
These thoughts of you are sweet whips,

I look at the grey clouds,
Then I look in your eyes,
I feast at your smile,
Then I look to the sky,
Shining down on me,
What more could I need,
When I’m with Love herself.