If I honoured my feelings of urge at your counter And if I asked for an overpriced touch What would you give me? If I portrayed my notion of care on your canvas And if I painted our future in gold Would you wipe it? You keep finding realms of shades With fiendish pleasure To rule out our love So glance into my soul Into this hole Into my mind that’s crying out for you Down to my heart To see every part That has been torn out and then thrown away If I reckoned the time that we shared in blaze and laughter And if I numbered the days of our love Would you miscount?