Looking back at you There were things I believed Truths I did subdue There were things I'd pretend Things I never knew Waiting for an answer You'd subtly define Thinking of the future You'd carefully decline So was I wrong Wrong to think of you as mine My pretty baby I must've been looking at you blind Waiting for an answer You'd dutifully refine Working from the unknown Tangled in your vine So was I wrong Wrong to think of you as mine My pretty baby I must've been looking at you blind.