Tell me what you're thinking of

Honey. I guess I know the answer

Each time I walk you start to run

Been praying to things I'm dreaming of

They kind of lost their meaning

Still no one else can beat this song

Surely as the evening goes

My love for you has grown

So softly...

So softly...

The blooded stitches on your soul

I watch them with a paper scroll

So softly...

So softly...

Tell me what you're thinking of

Honey. I guess I'm too demanding

Each time I walk you start to run

Been praying to things I'm dreaming of

They kind of lost their meaning

Still no one else can beat this song

Surely as the evening goes

My love for you has grown

So softly...

So softly...

The blooded stitches on your soul

I wash them off, we'll watch them fall

So softly...

So softly...

So softly...

So softly...

So softly...

So softly...