All I can see is black and white and white and pink
And play it to blue
Then lay between the words I think
That picture that I was meaning to send her
You I couldn't tell if I bring my art

They way I wanted before I started
Writing this letter to you

If I could you know I would
Just hold your hand and you'd understand

I'm the man who loves you

All I can be is a busy sea of
Spinning wheels and hands that feel
For stone to throw and feet that run
That come back home and
Makes no difference ever ya know

Makes no difference ever known to me

If I could you know I would
Just hold your hand and you'd understand

I'm the man who loves you

All I can see is black and white and white and pink
And play it to blue
Then lay between the words I think

That picture that I was meaning to send her
You I couldn't tell if my I bring art
The way I started

Writing this letter to you

If I could you know I would
Just hold your hand and you'd understand

If I could you know I would
Just hold your hand and you'd understand

If I could you know I would
Just hold your hand and you'd understand

I'm the man who loves you

I'm the man who loves you

I'm the man who loves you

I'm the man who loves you