I'm the Man Who Loves You

All I can see is black And white And white And pink

And play it to blue

Then lay between the words I think

That picture that I was meaning to send her

You I couldn't tell if I bring my art

They way I wanted Before I started

Writing this letter to you

If I could you know I would

Just hold your hand And you'd understand

I'm the man who loves you

All I can be is a busy sea of

Spinning wheels And hands that feel

For stone to throw And feet that run

That come back home and

Makes no difference ever ya know

Makes no difference ever known to me

If I could you know I would

Just hold your hand And you'd understand

I'm the man who loves you

All I can see is black And white And white And pink

And play it to blue

Then lay between the words I think

That picture that i was meaning to send her

You I couldn't tell if my I bring art

The way I started

Writing this letter to you

If I could you know i would

Just hold your hand And you'd understand

If I could you know I would

Just hold your hand And you'd understand

If I could you know I would

Just hold your hand And you'd understand

I'm the man who loves you

I'm the man who loves you

I'm the man who loves you