I'm the Man Who Loves You

All I can see is black And white And white And pink
And play it to blue
Then lay between the words I think
That picture that I was meaning to send her
You I couldn't tell if I bring my art
They way I wanted Before I started
Writing this letter to you
If I could you know I would
Just hold your hand And you'd understand
I'm the man who loves you
All I can be is a busy sea of
Spinning wheels And hands that feel
For stone to throw And feet that run
That come back home and
Makes no difference ever ya know
Makes no difference ever known to me
If I could you know I would
Just hold your hand And you'd understand
I'm the man who loves you
All I can see is black And white And white And pink
And play it to blue
Then lay between the words I think
That picture that i was meaning to send her
You I couldn't tell if my I bring art
The way I started
Writing this letter to you
If I could you know i would
Just hold your hand And you'd understand
If I could you know I would
Just hold your hand And you'd understand
If I could you know I would
Just hold your hand And you'd understand
I'm the man who loves you
I'm the man who loves you
I'm the man who loves you