And space for your past

Like a little novel
I wanted to read again and again
Would i be in your novel
Would i begin and end in it

If I had a place
And space for your little boy eyes
Could you really believe
I certainly dare you
I do not want to scare you
Anymore

Oh what a fuss when the king rides by
Oh what a fuss when the king rides
Straight through my heart
Straight through my life

Needing love more than you'll ever know

If I kissed and touched your hand
Million things i will never understand
Oh what a fuss when the king trades in
Oh what a fuss when the king trades

Oh love, my love, for someone else's hand
Needing love more than you'll ever know.

You don't miss your water
You don't miss your water
'Till your well is gone

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