In a peculair way
I think I might stay
attached to you
When I come around
I won t make a sound
for you

all my ideas
are premised on the truth
that it was you
who loved me

I ll walk in a straight line
and so you might find
it s really true
if I steal away
then I ll hear you say
all I need

all my ideas
are premised on the truth
that it was you
who loved me.