You've got that glint in your eyes And you bow your head and speak too low Drawing me closer to hear you Teasing me, then letting go But you keep your hand in your pocket And your words well said My foolish fears are far from friendly So condescendingly red I know you've got them all waiting Confidently in line just for you Like links in chain, pearls on a string The more, the merrier, oh the fools I keep my actions well tempered I try to keep it cool Until our timing gets just right, my dear Oh, I'll be waiting just for you What kind of fool rushes in On the mere idea of you What kind of hope is there For me to cling to Will our some day soon come true?