Oh what is wrong with you?
You have all I desire.
You are of what I dream at night,
And all that I admire.
There is no one for I,
Have made myself a sinner.
In all I've gained to still come clean,
For I am a beginner.
Love is a bird that waits,
Upon a rusted bell,
To call on you when you are sick,
and ignore you when you're well.
So why must you find fault,
In what I can't undo?
You've all my arms around your heart,
And all my love beside you.
So please let down your hair,
And make yourself at home.
There is no need to cry outloud,
And feel so all alone,
And feel so all alone,
And feel so all alone.