if only time could reverse
and undo the mistakes i made,
i'd get the chance that i deserve
to i'd repeat them - i'm afraid.
if only you were as sweet
as ever you were before:
a fancy dress for the street
and pajamas on the corridor.
if only we could start anew,
perfect strangers we had to be,
we'd hide our love away from view
and keep it between you and me.
if only wishes became real,
as real as an elephant on ice,
we'd admit that what we feel
is the love which we entice.
if only words had meaning,
i'd write them on your wall;
they're empty, from the beginning,
and possess no use at all.
if only i were a poet man
or had the eyes of a dreamer,
i'd describe, with my quill pen,
this love - this burning fever!