I could kiss your fingernails and tell you tales of dreams that I've been dreaming You could smile and lean on me And we would see our shadows on the ceiling If I was close to you my love If I was close to you I wish I was close to you my love If I was close to you We'd sit on your windowsill Or better still, pick flowers from your garden And I would be content with life And so polite, 'excuse me, beg your pardon' If I was close to you my love If I was close to you I wish I was close to you my love If I was close to you Sliding on my shoulder in summer morning sun Shake your snowfall from my hair When winter has begun I'd never want to leave your side Or speak to anyone If I was close to you We'd sit on your windowsill Or better still, pick flowers from your garden And I would be content with life And so polite, 'excuse me, beg your pardon' If I was close to you my love If I was close to you I wish I was close to you my love If I was close to you