Handle With Care

The sunset in your eyes
baby laughs, then starts to cry
These are a few of my favorite things
So here’s my heart
Handle with care please
Someday we will fly
Out of this place
Into the sky
But as the days go passed and the weeks go by
I simply have to wonder why
 [bad word] 
But I cannot give you
What’s not mine to give you
But I cannot take what 
Is not yours to give me

The sunrise in your eyes
Is something I cannot describe
Oh what I’d give to see this sight
Oh yes someday
But not tonight
 [bad word] No, not tonight, not tonight