Wanna play? Only if you’re sure now

But the way you held my fingertips
I knew that was it

For me and all time
I swore that I would make you mine

And failed utterly in the employ
But every day with you’s a joy

And every welt and every bruise
Turns to something I can use

And colours that I can paint with
I promised you, isn’t it

And I make good, at least I hope I do
But the future’s up to you

So let me know if you change your mind
I’ll be waiting here, anytime