Often Too often closed With a little beauty And the right supposing Suppose I meet you And make you feel There is no real reason Why I be real for you For you - it's just - a - A dozen dreamers This is the way I will it Sometimes - I'm sometimes I'm just, just, just too much Just too much And I don't know And never known And all I ever want to be And I can't tell you I can't tell you But it's never really near to me Sunface, sunface, sunface, sunface
And, closing up And winding down This little beautiful This little wonder ground How would it be To take your hand I'm not the easy kind I'll never understand