I shall just seek your eyes
Than worry about past refrain
For love is not about lies
But about what lies within

Should your eyes not speak a glow
But turn to worms of squirm
Then I shall no longer prize
The love in which you've earned

And you are loved by me
For your gallant through and through
I don't understand the communication flap
That I was born unto

The world's a mess
And it's no short guess
That communications not on cue
But what's that got to do with you

Everybody pushes a line of bit
To waddle through the way
All I want is blue skies
And to write love along the way