Looking back at you    there were things I believed    truths I did subdue    there were things I'd pretend    things I never knew       Waiting for an answer    you'd subtly define    thinking of the future    you'd carefully decline    so was I wrong    wrong to think of you as mine    my pretty baby    I must've been looking at you blind       Waiting for an answer    you'd dutifully refine    working from the unknown    tangled in your vine    so was I wrong    wrong to think of you as mine    my pretty baby    I must've been looking at you blind.