Sing to me...         She was a poetry girl I adored   Late at night I'd hear songs from her window   Myrrh and frankincense seeped through her door   And they lingered on         As her fingers caressed her guitar   Felt like the strings of my heart she was strumming   With her words we made love from afar   As she sang her song         Chorus:         They were songs of change, joy and pain    All the love she made   Like she took the words from    Every dream I've known, every love outgrown   Singing on and on, like she took the words from my heart         And to the poetry girl down the hall   Late at night I would answer her calling   Like the lyrics from one of her songs   She made love to me         Now our bodies and souls intertwined   On the wings of passion we were soaring   Then by the flickering candle at night   She would sing to me         Chorus         Love is often unkind when we fall   For now my poetess sings to another   But when I think of those nights down the hall   From somewhere deep inside         I sing songs of change, joy and pain   All the love I've made, I take the words from   Every dream I've known, every love outgrown   Singing on and on, and I take the words from my heart         Chorus