You talk about gardens and talk about prague
You talk about artists'imitations of life and love
You talk about the "grander things" and we talk about you
But I ask how you feel and you can; t even think it through

You talk about your brothers and future happenings
You ask me what I think and I just smile
because they're only little things
You talk about of the color sqhems in the hotel rooms
of dark and light
But I ask you could you live with me
and you just kiss me goodnight

So, I won't advertise that I love you
And I won't tell you how your smile light up the room
You can just say that you're impressed with my rhythm
Or something like that
And I won't ask anything again anytime soon

You talk about boundage while I stare at the moon
And you talk about poet's sonnets
and summarize their doom
You talk of scheme of things where everything goes
But I ask you I am for you
and you smile and say, "who knows? "

So, I won't advertise that I love you
And I won't tell you how your smile light up the room
You can just say that you're impressed with my rhythm
Or something like that
And I won't ask anything again anytime soon

So I won't pour my heart out
and break when you don't notice
And I won; t tell you how your loving sets me free
You can kjust stick to the technicalities
And I'll just know that I write for me