MEASURING THE MARIGOLDS.



I HAD JETTISONED ALL OF MY PRIDE 
THERE WAS NOTHING LEFT HERE DEEP INSIDE
FROM THE START OF IT I, OF COURSE, KNEW
THAT YOU BROUGHT ME A FRESH POINT OF VIEW
YOU WERE THE CAUSE OF IT
THERE’S NOTHING MORE TO IT

ALL MY MIND SAID WAS YOU ARE ALIVE  
AND I WANTED YOU RIGHT BY MY SIDE  
LITTLE DID I KNOW YOUR FATAL CHARMS
NOW YOU’RE RIGHT HERE TUCKED INTO MY ARMS
CAN’T MAKE MUCH SENSE OF IT
THERE’S NOTHING MORE TO IT

I’m longing to say that I love you
I want you to know that it’s true
When I’m needing some consolation
Measuring the marigolds won’t do.

THAT’S THE WAY THAT IT GOES FROM ONE LOOK 
TO THE FIRST DANCE I PLAYED BY THE BOOK  
THERE WAS NO DECLARATION FROM YOU
SO I AUTOMATICLY KNEW
THERE WAS NO RECOMPENSE FOR IT
STILL CAN’T MAKE MUCH SENSE OF IT