Hugh

Wood Eye

I ask you
Would you die for me

 

I would give you the stars
The sun on a golden plate
All the grapes you can eat
For your love means more to me
Than any excuse we give
And all the heartache we can take

 

I ask you again
Would you die for me

 

No

 

Then your love means less than life

 

No
My love is exquisite
It contains all that I have
If you desire my life
Then love means nothing to you
I would not die for you
For then love would be over