If this is confidence or if this is creep.
And if this is clever then I'll stay asleep.
And is this sugar or is this just verse.
Ah, let's face this honey; this could not get much worse.

You move through the park like a lonely bird
with a message from heaven.

[chorus]
My heart on my sleeve - my love is my greed
and I'll send it all back to you ...

I think they will burn me and they're taking bets.
Put the farm on it baby; there will be no regrets.

She moves though the park like a lonely bird
with a message from heaven.

[chorus] ... ...