In the morning when I wake 
And the sun [bad word] through, 
Oh, you fill my lungs with sweetness, 
And you fill my head with you. 

Shall I write it in a letter? 
Shall I try to get it down? 
Oh, you fill my head with pieces 
Of a song I can't get out. 

Can I be close to you? 
Ooh-oo-oo-ooh, ooh (simile). 
Can I be close to you? 
Ooh, ooh. 

Can I take it to a morning [sic] 
Where the fields are painted gold 
And the trees are filled with memories 
Of the feelings never told? 

When the evening pulls the sun down, 
And the day is almost through, 
Oh, the whole world, it is sleeping, 
But my world is you. 

Can I be close to you? 
(Ah) ooh (aah), ooh (aah). 
Can I be close to you? 
(Ah) ooh (aah), ooh (aah). 

*whistling* 

Can I be close to you? 
(Ah) ooh (aah), ooh (aah). 
Can I be close to you? 
(Ah) ooh (aah), ooh (aah). 

Can I be close to you? 
Ooh, ooh.