If time had a place, a space for your past
Like a little novel you wanted to read again and again
Would I be in your novel?
Would I begin and end in it?
If I had a space, a place for your little boy eyes, could you really believe?
I certainly dare you
I do not want to scare you anymore
Oh what a fuss when the king rides by
Oh what a fuss when the king rides straight through my heart
Straight through my love
I need your love more than you'll ever know
A light kiss, a touch of your hand like a million things I will never understand
Oh what a fuss when the king trades in
Oh what a fuss when the king trades all of my love for someone else's hand
I need your love more than you'll ever know
You don't miss your water until your well is gone