Give me an eye, a canvas to paint
Give me a wall that can handle a nail
Tomorrow you will come to me again
Let me make move, give me the top,
Let me sing out five illogical tones
Then you can take me with your bare hands.
There are so many crowded rooms.
So many crowded, transluscent rooms.
So many crowded, official rooms.
But until I have all your love
I will always want something else in this world.
Give me a night, give me an hour,
Give me a chance to make something of us,
Or else all you hear will be "How can I help you?"
Maybe its "no", maybe its "yes".
There must be a star in the sky on our place.
You can feel the draft, because this place is still vacant.
There are so many crowded rooms.
So many crowded, transparent rooms.
So many crowded, official rooms.
But until I have all your love
I will, always, want something else in this world.
