I WON'T LET YOU DOWN
Shut out the lights and open your window.
Let the sun follow its course,
let me drink the wine, let me drink the whine.
Let the rain fill up the room
'n come cover me with your body
or else I may catch cold or else I may catch a cold.
If everythin' is a consequence of a prior,
then choice is nothin' but blissful perception;
Lover, I won't let you down. Lover, I won't let you down, no.