Maybe we should go
Tip-toe-tip-toe
And quiet my dove
No one should know
How to doubt our love

Like statues
We freeze prvy smiles
Play easy to please
Our most ovious objections
Of what was asked
When it was said
And what was given

Don’t listen
Bathe in the strange glow
Of a life that use to glisten
And don’t let on
Or let in too low
How it all goes, our love
Stop-go-stop-go