I could kiss your fingernails
and tell you tales of dreams that I've been dreaming
You could smile and lean on me
And we would see our shadows on the ceiling
If I was close to you my love
If I was close to you
I wish I was close to you my love
If I was close to you
We'd sit on your windowsill
Or better still, pick flowers from your garden
And I would be content with life
And so polite, 'excuse me, beg your pardon'
If I was close to you my love
If I was close to you
I wish I was close to you my love
If I was close to you
Sliding on my shoulder in summer morning sun
Shake your snowfall from my hair
When winter has begun
I'd never want to leave your side
Or speak to anyone
If I was close to you
We'd sit on your windowsill
Or better still, pick flowers from your garden
And I would be content with life
And so polite, 'excuse me, beg your pardon'
If I was close to you my love
If I was close to you
I wish I was close to you my love
If I was close to you
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