It won't do to dream of caramel,to think of cinnamon and long for you. It won't do to stir a deep desire,to fan a hidden fire that can never burn true.
I know your name,I know your skin,I know the way these things begin;But I don't know how I would live with myself,what I'd forgive of myself if you don't go.
So goodbye,sweet appetite, no single bite could satisfy...
I know your name,I know your skin,I know the way these things begin;But I don't know what I would give of myself,how I would live with myself if you don't go.

It won't do to dream of caramel, to think of cinnamon and long for you.

(chiara civello)