Sit inside cinnamon eyes Put me to the test Keep in a frame the picture you painted Of perfect happiness Hold that feather tongue Don't make a scene No war of words up my sleeve All that you want All that you need Take up the cause Your feet to the floor All the signs were right Comfort of knowing your carriage is waiting Should get you through Through the night Carry yourself to the ringing of bells At the rivers rim How can I find a way through the water To sink or swim Hold that feather tongue Don't make a scene No war of words up my sleeve All that you want All that you need Quick as a camera High up a hillside Wave the world away If you could keep me Under your fingers