Or Nothing at All

The product of true lovers' sighs
The apple of my jaundiced eye
I dared to hope you'd be
A 100 men in their white coats
Would check you with their stethoscopes
And hand you straight to me
I'd come to call at your behest
Say comb your hair, put on your vest
The wind it do blow free
There's the future, here's the past

Another dream that couldn't last
In love's economy
No tantrums, no laughter, no tears
No minutes, no hours, no years
You could be fed and warm
Awake with a smile at dawn
You could be all these things or nothing at all
I thought I heard you in the dark
I thought I saw you in the park
Playing on your own

You stumbled and you grazed your knee
But you didn't run to me
And I walked back alone
I didn't stand up, didn't say
Silence is the coward's way
Forgive me if you can
What I would give for that first kiss
I prayed it wouldn't end like this
Empty hearts, empty hands
But you'll always be the flower of my heart

I promise you, I promise you, I promise you
There will be sparkling wine, dinner at half past nine
My foolish hopes abound
Catch you the next time round
And we can do all these things or nothing at all