Bianca

Can't quite put it into words
All the noise that I bring
When it's hard to feel myself
I believe that works for you

Well I met him in the spring, Bianca
Wasn't like I did with you
So, I learnt from him to think
Agony is not mine to chew

I'm a man of little words, Bianca
I'm the man from an old creek
Was the man who made me strong, made of hair and rosy cheeks?
Made of hair and rosemarys
That fall apart just like I did

I'm a man of little words, Bianca
Look at you ain't what I seek
I refuse to be the man
In your eyes I think I see
Isn't where I wanna be
Nor your arms, or your words
Can relieve the inner him
Look at me ain't what I see

It is like you will never be, Bianca
Eyesight low, exotic green
I forgot to leave alone
That little mark inside of me
Isn't what I wanna be

Beautiful and sweet
A careful gentle speech
Can hurt yourself

How you're looking in my eyes
And the way it's leaving scars
Some I never felt

You could love yourself for me
You could I could
You could love yourself for me
You could I could
You could love yourself for me
You could