It's my fingertip confession
That I'm too tired to play.
The thoughts were slowly coming,

Then they slowly went away.

Though gone, no less impressive,

But all too much the same;
I was thinking of you
And how you slowly went away.


So how does it feel my love?
How does it feel being on my mind?


So, my fingertip confessions
Will always stay the same;

I'll be thinking of you-
I'll be singing for you
Until Song goes away.