One, two
One, two, three, four!

Waking, sitting up right
Can't explain the sunlight
Wondering why you're not home
Girl, I go beside you
Left before you tried to
Work out all the unknowns

Blame it all on me whe
I forget to defend
Everything that we worked out
Something in her wording
I cannot help searching
For what memory found

Thought it stopped just as it start
But that is not what you are

You're a layer on my clothes
Made of ivy and gold

Meet me in the hallway
Bite your lip when I say
Never have you left my mind
Stop and think it over
Smiling, moving closer
Oh, what delicate time

Blame it all on me when
I forget to defend
Everything that we put down
Something in her wording
I guess she was just searching
For some monetary sound

Thought it stopped just as it start
But that is not what you are

You're a layer on my clothes
Made of ivy and gold

You're a layer on my clothes
Made of ivy and gold