i won't do, to dream of caramel

to think of cinnamon

and long for you

i won't do, to stir a deep desire

to fan a hidden fire

that can never bur true

i know your name, i know your skin

i know the way these things begin

but i don't know

what i would give of myself

how i would live with myself

if you don't go

i won't you, to dream of caramel

to think of cinnamon

and long for you