I walked through the airport alone

I looked at my phone 'cause it keeps me company

I called you as I hired the car

to ask you "how far is it there from you to me?"

and I wrote directions on the back of an old magazine



CHORUS:

but you are too beautiful to be in bed with me

yeah you are too beautiful to be in bed with me

if you could see the thoughts I see

if you could see my thoughts baby you'd agree



I write this song lovingly on

an old girlfriend's guitar

that she wants me to return

on the 12th floor you took off your clothes

New York in the snow and our bodies left to burn

soft gentle rebel 

let the sun pierce the moments of spring



CHORUS



if you could see the thoughts I see

if you could see my thoughts

if you could see my thoughts baby then you'd agree



'cause you are too beautiful to be in bed with me

'cause you are too beautiful to be in bed with me



if you could see the thoughts I see

if you could see my thoughts

if you could see the face i see

if you could see my face

if you could see my face