Oh, have I ever told you 'bout how lovely your black coat is And how much I think of such small things, and more How I want it, when it's cold out, to be lying on my shoulders And the way you wear your gloves I can't ignore If not for heating my hands in winter, then what else for?
It's the best part: When your mind and your palms are cold, There's someone breathing warm and taking the trembling apart Someone to hold
You shine brighter than the summer Sun, right over my silly head And fill it up with love as well as midday carelessness And I refuse to blink until I'm waking to your light Oh, have I ever said that when it rains it's not so bad? At least, unless there are no clouds and I can see you clear, my dear
It's the best test: When you sit on the shore alone, You're wishing the person that lives in your chest To come along
If it rains, let it be But could you be a home to me To where I can come back and cuddle While it's pouring down
And till the rain subsides, Could you be there to close my eyes, Please, could you sing me lullabies And make me fall asleep? Oh, still I wonder now and then, Why do I want to hold your fragile tender hand And how la-la-la-la-la-lovely your black coat is