Innocent: It was never my intention to leave Your pretense had me yearning for more of you Like waves crashing against the shore So my heart beat when your voice hit my ears
Suppose, my dear, that you were I
And by your side your sweetheart sate;
Suppose you noticed by and by
The distance 'twixt you were too great;
Now tell me, dear, what would you do?
I know-and so do you.