It won''t do to dream of caramel,
to think of cinnamon and long for you.
It won''t do to stir a deep desire,
to fan a hidden fire that can never burn true.
I know your name, I know your skin,
I know the way these things begin
But I don''t know
how I would live with myself,
what I''d forgive of myself if you don''t go.
So goodbye, sweet appetite,
no single bite could satisfy...
I know your name, I know your skin,
I know the way these things begin;
But I don''t know
what I would give of myself,
how I would live with myself if you don''t go.
It won''t do to dream of caramel,
to think of cinnamon and long for you.
