It wont do to dream of caramel
to think of cinnamon and long for you.

It wont 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 dont know
how I would live with myself,
what Id forgive of myself if you dont 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 dont know
what I would give of myself,
how I would live with myself if you dont go

It wont do to dream of caramel
to think of cinnamon and long for you