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.