I used to think that anything I'd do Wouldn't matter at all, anyway But now I find that when it comes to you I'm the winner of cards I can't play
Wait for me Darling, I need you desperately, here And I'll find a way to see you again
The rain is like an orchestra to me Little gifts from above meant to say "Girl, you falling at his feet isn't lovely or stunning today,"
Wait for me I'm alive when you're here with me, stay And I'll find a way to see you again
Why do the street lamps die When you're passing by? Like a hand that won't stay on my shoulder, tonight If you held me close, would you laugh it away? Would you dare the glance that I steal to stay?