In the spring time come the winds that carry you to me
And on those dark days when the sun won't shine on me
I don't wanna have to quantify the ones I love
Don't wanna tell the reason why there's no one else
In the meantime, won't you be mine
Cuz it's all decided before we [sighted it?] and everything that comes it comes in twos
In the mornings through the curtains hung nothing comes
And only fabric hangs between my room and the sun
I don't wanna have to question what it is I want
Things that I am always told that I should not
In the meantime, won't you be mine
Cuz it's all been [sighted?] before I liked it and everything that comes it comes for you
And when they [decide it/decided?] I know I'm far behind the ones I've lost and all the ones I've got
I don't wanna have to wonder what it is I've got
Don't wanna question when it's 2 am and you're gone
In the meantime won't you be mine
Cuz it's all [been nice/benign?] sometimes it takes us time break out into just what it is
And all this time I knew you'd still me mine and every ....