'Stu Bbene

If you come to me
Grab a quarter of the moon
And then rise to the sky
And steal the sun's gold
And count all the stars
Count them one by one
And fly to another world and take me with you

If you want me to dive into the sea
To grab coral and black pearls
But wait for me, there are things that need saying
With the heart, you know it can't be rushed like this
And like the fire burns a candle
This good thing of mine
Squeezes slowly, slowly
Enters sweetly, sweetly
Like a disease
I've gotten drunk on you

And if you don't know what to say
Let's talk tomorrow
Without me rising to the sky
And stealing the sun's gold
I don't want to count
Stars one by one
And I don't know how to fly to bring you the flowers

And if you want me to dive into the sea
To grab coral and black pearls
But wait for me, there are things that need saying
With the heart, you know it can't be rushed like this
And like the wind that blows out a candle
This good thing of mine
Dies slowly, slowly
Exits sweetly, sweetly
Like a disease
I've gotten drunk on you
Dies slowly, slowly