First one tried to convince me love was blind
Next one I forced my eyes upon her
And they say I don't need it back
There was then the fun one
Then love was blind again.

Make me warm

My love, my love 
Its all cliché
All my love
Has gone away
I sit her
Stare her
Nothing
For me
For me
To find
I know I'm blind

My love my love 
Is that you
Have I done?
Could I do?
Do you 
see me 
standing
near thee
I must
Touch you
Is that ok?

Pretty girl
Are you there
Are you smiling
Very good
Smiling 
At me
No it can't be
Are you 
my dreams
have they
come true


Make me warm