Tanita Tikaram

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