All I can see is black & white & white & 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 The way I started Writing this letter to you If I could, you know I would Just hold your hand & you'd understand I'm the man who loves you All I can be is a busy sea of Spinning wheels & 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 & you'd understand I'm the man who loves you All I can see is black & white & white & 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 The way I started Writing this letter to you If I could, you know I would If I could, you know I would If I could, you know I would 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