Don't take this the wrong way

You knew who I was every step that I ran to you

Only blue or black days

Electing strange perfections in any stranger I choose

There's an art to life's distractions Somehow escapes the burning weight

The art of scraping through

Some like to imagine

The dark caress of someone else I guess any thrill will do

I wake at the first cringe of morning And my heart's already sinned

How pure, how sweet a love Aretha, that you would pray for him

Cos God knows

I fall in love just a little, oh, little bit every day