Sparrow

Accidentally on a date with destiny
And face to face you are afraid of cupid’s arrow
You’re running from my love like a wounded enemy
One shot doesn’t make you sick, little sparrow
Why won’t you be straight up with me?
Why?
Why won’t you be straight up with me?
I could never understand why the touch of my hand didn’t transform your universe
I was waiting by the phone
I studied your prose and verse
Had visions of us tumbling in the sky
Visions of us finding out all the reasons why-
I found my self on a date with destiny
Got shot then tried to break cupid’s arrow
Who needs love when you’ve got a wounded tendency
For swallowing up every sick little sparrow?
Why won’t you be straight up with me?
Any time now I know I’m going to hear you say
Why won’t you be straight up with me?
Are you frightened it’s going to hurt if I go ahead and say:
I’ll be your baby doll, the one you hold a candle for
I’ll be your crazy love, the one you hold and can’t ignore
I’ll be your vedic law, I’ll make your babies talk
Don’t you like searching for
Don’t you like searching more
Don’t you like searching for
I know you like running from
I’ll be your vedic law, I’ll make your babies talk
I’ll be your crazy love