I hope this thing ain't done | |
Before I wrote it to my heart, you know | |
The problem's always to be new | |
But this is just a thing I do | |
When it's late | |
I don't write serenades to you | |
When eyes don't see and ears don't hear | |
Then there is nothing left to feel, you know | |
It must be pretty hard to judge | |
When it's not understood and then | |
To get paid | |
I can't write serenades to you |