I walked through the airport alone   I looked at my phone 'cause it keeps me company   I called you as I hired the car   to ask you "how far is it there from you to me?"   and I wrote directions on the back of an old magazine      CHORUS:   but you are too beautiful to be in bed with me   yeah you are too beautiful to be in bed with me   if you could see the thoughts I see   if you could see my thoughts baby you'd agree      I write this song lovingly on   an old girlfriend's guitar   that she wants me to return   on the 12th floor you took off your clothes   New York in the snow and our bodies left to burn   soft gentle rebel    let the sun pierce the moments of spring      CHORUS      if you could see the thoughts I see   if you could see my thoughts   if you could see my thoughts baby then you'd agree      'cause you are too beautiful to be in bed with me   'cause you are too beautiful to be in bed with me      if you could see the thoughts I see   if you could see my thoughts   if you could see the face i see   if you could see my face   if you could see my face