She calls her friends to know what they're after
But all she gets is a bunch of laughter
For several things that she did back then when
They would decide to be friends
And she got them some candy, care, saying:
“My arms are wide, wide, wide open.”
She stood her ground, believing in the good deed -
Indeed again and again, and the seed
Grew till it darkened her eyes so harshly
All that's left was the feel
She goes the intuitive way, saying:
“All I feel must be real.”
Please see this as a letter
Which makes me feel better and know where I stand
By the time it's delivered
I long for the shiver from holding your hands
You'll find the time of your heavenly joy
But may I say, it might be another boy
That should carry you home? That's where
The both of us belong
And I know that it's high time
But instead of writing you
I wrote this song
Please see this as a letter
Which makes me feel better and know where I stand
By the time it's delivered
I long for the shiver from holding your hand