On a misty morning
I could be the sun [bad word] On an empty dance floor
I could be your favorite song

In the nights of passion
I could sing along with you
In the times of darkness
I could be a spark or two

But you don't let me get close enough
You don't let me get to you
You don't let me get close enough

I could change your feet to wings
I could change your fingers into guitar strings

When you cannot fall asleep
I could stay awake with you
When you're talking in your dreams
I would tell you my dreams too

But you don't let me get close enough
You don't let me get to you
You don't let me get close enough