All I can see is black & white & white & pink
And play it to blue
Then lay between the words I think
That picture that I was meaning to send her
You, I couldn't tell if I bring my art
The way I started
Writing this letter to you
If I could, you know I would
Just hold your hand & you'd understand
I'm the man who loves you
All I can be is a busy sea of
Spinning wheels & hands that feel
For stone to throw
And feet [bad word] [bad word] back home and
Makes no difference, ever ya know
Makes no difference ever known to me
If I could, you know I would
Just hold your hand & you'd understand
I'm the man who loves you
All I can see is black & white & white & pink
And play it to blue
Then lay between the words I think
That picture that I was meaning to send her
You, I couldn't tell if I bring my art
The way I started
Writing this letter to you
If I could, you know I would
If I could, you know I would
If I could, you know I would
I'm the man who loves you
I'm the man who loves you
I'm the man who loves you
I'm the man who loves you