I wrote your name on my hand because
if this isn't special then nothing is special.
And you'll remain in my heart because
if anything is special then this is special.
I've got your soul cupped with my hands
And I wont drop its love to the ground.
I'm running my hand through your strands
Playing the music that has a gentle sound.
Your hair is a harp for my soul that touches
With a soft, light brush it clutches.
Days and days have passed to light my life
With candles that smell and take all strife.
Now I miss you with a smile, baby
Without ill-will inside of me.
And the blue heart is turning bright red
With a golden fever aching to shred.
I could kiss you by the moon forever
And watch the sun come up forever
With bubbles of heat that explode forever
And when the time comes to go I'll say "never!"
And I'm saying never now, but still can't win
You took a little walk, when will I see you again?
I'll meet you in Paris, France, or in New Berlin,
Anywhere you want to go I'll be within.
And when you call at 6 in the morning
I'll pick up with a smile and say "hey, baby".
Meanwhile I'll keep my stomach turning
And the frowns out of the eyes of "maybe."
And your name is on my hand still
It won't fade away as soon as it came.
If it goes I'll write it again until
Nobody in the world feels any shame.
Because I'll write your name all over
No matter what the people say to me.
Your heart controls my body's lover
And guides it 'til it's soul is free.
I'm waiting for you where the grass is green,
Saying, "if this isn't special, then nothing is special."
I hope you're sitting at the throne like a queen,
Yelling, " yeah! I know that this is really special!"
