Glossed - Smith Westerns

Look through the magazines and books

Saving all I find

I can’t forget you, like a lullaby

All shooked up, I can’t speak

Thinking of you

Imagination can be so cruel

In all that I do

And I won’t let you know it

And I won’t let you hear it

And why would you need to see

If you could just believe it

Kept my eyes closed to see you

But you can’t see me too

Bathed in blue like a man in the moon

My thoughts, my mind, my fingers crossed

Don’t let me down

I hope to meet you somehow

In all that I do

And I won’t let you know it

And I won’t let you hear it

And why would you need to see

If you could just believe it