Oh, have I ever told you 'bout how lovely your black coat is
And how much I think of such small things, and more
How I want it, when it's cold out, to be lying on my shoulders
And the way you wear your gloves I can't ignore
If not for heating my hands in winter, then what else for?
It's the best part:
When your mind and your palms are cold,
There's someone breathing warm and taking the trembling apart
Someone to hold
You shine brighter than the summer Sun, right over my silly head
And fill it up with love as well as midday carelessness
And I refuse to blink until I'm waking to your light
Oh, have I ever said that when it rains it's not so bad?
At least, unless there are no clouds and I can see you clear, my dear
It's the best test:
When you sit on the shore alone,
You're wishing the person that lives in your chest
To come along
If it rains, let it be
But could you be a home to me
To where I can come back and cuddle
While it's pouring down
And till the rain subsides,
Could you be there to close my eyes,
Please, could you sing me lullabies
And make me fall asleep?
Oh, still I wonder now and then,
Why do I want to hold your fragile tender hand
And how la-la-la-la-la-lovely your black coat is
