It won't do to dream of caramel, to think of cinnamon and long for you. It won't do to stir a deep desire, to fan a hidden fire that can never burn true. I know your name, I know your skin, I know the way these things begin; But I don't know how I would live with myself, what I'd forgive of myself if you don't go. So goodbye, sweet appetite, no single bite could satisfy... 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. It won't do to dream of caramel, to think of cinnamon and long for you.