Sweetheart

I will rustle your lashes loose after we have travelled;
Like the leaves from the trees when Autumn unravels
I will pinch them in my tips, and place them on my lips
Stoop down and kiss you on the cheek
Sweetheart
Stoop down and kiss you on the cheek
And every week I'll show you something else
And make you feel better about yourself
The letters will fly over the sea
And I will write you without poetry
Sweetheart
I will write you without poetry

Sweetheart
Let me tell you something you don't know
Sweetheart
When I'm with you I wish I didn't have to go
Sweetheart
I wish that I didn't have to go

I will write down the ways of your hearts and tongues
I will write about the rain and that one day Glasgow sun
I've got forty years left in this skin
When my plane arrives watch it roll in
Sweetheart
When my plane arrives watch it roll in

Sweetheart
Let me tell you something you don't know
Sweetheart
When I'm with you I wish I didn't have to go
Sweetheart
I wish that I didn't have to go

Sweetheart
Let me tell you something you don't know
Sweetheart
When I'm with you I wish I didn't have to go
Sweetheart
I wish that I didn't have to go
Sweetheart
I wish that I didn't have to go
Sweetheart
I wish that I didn't have to go