don't know if I can pretend
Cause I don't know what to do
With these unending thoughts of you
These unending thoughts of you
These thoughts of you, unending
Baby, you're such a fine piece of mind
And you're the only peace I seem to find
And I don't know what to do
With these unending thoughts of you
These unending thoughts of you
These unending thoughts of you
These thoughts of you, unending
I raise blinds and gaze at the moon
It renders the deepest lament
as a blossom born of a cloud
all bottomless ozerer above
Thoughts of you, unending
Here, as I move the brush
For a spirited, sad flight,
Heart passes sheer distance
I'll never reach you, even in dreams
Thoughts of you, unending