Cinnamon

I was talking about girls until you

turned the corner of my old avenue

I was thinking staring at the ceiling

till you came round gave me that feeling

And out of the blue, your hair like Cinnamon

And out of the grey, your legs all tangling

I'll talk about love until you, let go, let go

I'll talk about love until you, let go, let go

I'll talk about love until you, let go, let go

I'll talk about love until you, let go, let go

Hear your name heard it echo slowly,

Down the hall and the floor below me,

And in the hours that we converse softly,

I feel the tension slipping right past me,

Now out of the blue your dress unraveling,,

And in to the right you're letting go again.

I'll talk about love until you, let go, let go

I'll talk about love until you, let go, let go

I'll talk about love until you, let go, let go

I'll talk about love until you, let go, let go