All I can see is black and white
and white and pink with blades of blue
that lay between the words I think
on a page I was meaning to send her
You I couldn't tell if it bring my heart
the way I wanted when I started
writing this letter to you

If I could you know I would
just hold your hand and you'd understand
I'm the man who loves you

All I can be is a busy sea of
spinning wheels and hands that feel
for stones to throw and feet [bad word] but [bad word] back home, make no difference
ever known, make no difference
ever known to me

If I could you know I would
just hold your hand and you'd understand
I'm the man who loves you

All I can see is black and white
and white and pink with blades of blue
that lay between the words I think
on a page I was meaning to send her
You I couldn't tell if it bring my heart
the way I wanted when I started
writing this letter to you

If I could you know I would
just hold your hand and you'd understand
If I could you know I would
just hold your hand and you'd understand
If I could you know I would
just hold your hand and you'd understand
I'm the man who loves you

I'm the man who loves you