Caramel
It won't doto dream of caramel,to think of cinnamonand long for you.
It won't doto stir a deep desire,to fan a hidden firethat can never burn true.
I know your name,I know your skin,I know the waythese things begin;
But I don't knowhow I would live with myself,what I'd forgive of myselfif you don't go.
So goodbye,sweet appetite,no single bitecould satisfy...
I know your name,I know your skin,I know the waythese things begin;
But I don't knowhow I would live with myself,what I would give of myselfif you don't go.
It won't doto dream of caramel,to think of cinnamonand longfor you.