Mr. Floyd

There must be twenty thousand words or more
I'd like to say to you, don't know what to do.
Forgive me for askin'
What the hell are you saying with those eyes of blue?

Keep thinking it everyday all the time
Keep thinking of how I'm gonna make you mine.
Forgive me for asking , is it worth another try?

I'm li'l bit sick. Are you feelin' fine?

And now that the show is almost through,
I think I'd like to have another go, would you?
The empty words of thanks and praise exchanged,
What I'd like to know: would you do it again-
With me?

Your final words so hollow,
I'd like to fill this empty space with words of mine.
And though the kid has crossed the line
There stands a pact that spans all space and time.

I'm a little bit sick. Are you feeling fine?