| I hope this thing ain't done | |
| Before I wrote it to my heart, you know | |
| The problem's always to be new | |
| But this is just a thing I do | |
| When it's late | |
| I don't write serenades to you | |
| When eyes don't see and ears don't hear | |
| Then there is nothing left to feel, you know | |
| It must be pretty hard to judge | |
| When it's not understood and then | |
| To get paid | |
| I can't write serenades to you |