Spill کے بول

Time is a lie And so for that matter is patience Holding in all of the thoughts One dares not speak aloud A variable Has confounded my best-laid equations Blowing the cool Of which fools are so terribly proud You're a mystery That's just begging to unravel You're a secret Looking for a place to spill Given similar Proclivity for travel Hey - if we don't do this now We never will Chance is a game And abrading the rules of engagement Can often result In a less-than-ideal consequence Hope my lips don't look Too eager to end their estrangement And try not to act like I comb conversation for hints You're an answer In the form of a question You're a riddle That's just aching to be solved If I may be so bold as to venture A suggestion Hey - I would love to see the way This gets resolved Because you're hotter Than an August in El Paso And you're cooler Than a January 5th And you tie my silver tongue up Like a lasso And your smile shines like The ribbon on a gift