I've written letters to you on whitest paper
But they all return to me a pale brown
And I've tried to stand up to it
But it all seemed kinda useless
So I'm writing you this letter from the ground

And if you see a gentleman of promise
Stealing looks at you from there across the room
And if your tired heart, it dances from exchanging second glances
Don't hesitate to steal your glances too

And I wanted to wait till the sun would appear
Picking flowers and placing them over our ears
But you are what you are, and I'm not very far along

But something tells me there will come a time
Tired of that back and forth affair that we've been through
Thinking more than once it may be time for something new
Suddenly you'll see him standing there across the room
Staring at you

And I wanted to wait till the sun would appear
Picking flowers and placing them over our ears
But you are what you are, and I'm not very far along
And I'm not very far along

And if your tired heart, it dances
From exchanging second glances
Please don't hesitate to put this letter down