e writes it down
On a scrap of paper
In a blues bar somewhere
This one knows too much

e make a pretty composition
They could hang us in the Tate
I learn about art
He's studying my heart
This one knows too much

he more I learn - the less I know
You know I fear what I feel
You still believe in miracles
And all love stands for

believe it too
I wish I could tell you
You see it in my eyes
All that love stands for

old Winter Seclusion
Camping in cheap hotels
You approve of the script
You took my pen away
You knew my magic number

ou think so well of me
Well have you looked
In your mirror
Your face, how you spent your life
You are the most wonderful to know.