Looking back at you

There were things I believed

Truths I did subdue

There were things I'd pretend

Things I never knew

Waiting for an answer

You'd subtly define

Thinking of the future

You'd carefully decline

So was I wrong

Wrong to think of you as mine

My pretty baby

I must've been looking at you blind

Waiting for an answer

You'd dutifully refine

Working from the unknown

Tangled in your vine

So was I wrong

Wrong to think of you as mine

My pretty baby

I must've been looking at you blind