Back in the old days, I had my own ways of loving you
They were turpentine to an open wound that I was for you
In November, and now it's June
The reverend, he, his family were gathered there
You had paint hiding in your hair
I was standing in your kitchen door
What have I come around for?
To say that the wars we wage are all children's games
We are boys and girls wearing colanders and capes
In these dreadful days my head is that place
Where you love me and branches are swords
I'll use them here to fight this war
Now these are peaceful days, and I am at war with ways of loving you
I'll put a pen to paper to try and explain to you what eight thousand miles can do
When there are one hundred more between me and you
Darling, you don't write me of your love anymore
I'm sleeping on this davenport
When guests arrive I will be on the floor
What have I even come home for?
To say that the wars we wage are all children's games
We are boys and girls wearing colanders and capes
In these dreadful days my head is that place
Where you love me and branches are swords
Darling I love and want you desperately
Still more I need that returned to me
So in truth, honestly, frankly as can be,
Do or don't you want to marry me?
I'll wait as long as need be