Lyrics

I can tell you something true
But you can’t confide
I can run away from you
But you cannot hide
I can beg you for all three
Blind, deaf, and dumb
Woman, what is that to me?
My hour has not, hour has not
Hour has not come

I’ve been haunted by your ghost
And by your thought
I can love you more than most
But you can’t get caught
I can give you one for free
That’s so random
Woman, what is that to me?
My hour has not, hour has not
Hour has not come

There are hearts that break in two
And wounds that won’t heal
That is crazy talk and glue
Unhinged and unreal
Something borrowed, something blue
And under my thumb
Though I’m coming under you
My hour has not, hour has not
Hour has not come