If I wanted to turn you into a song
I sure wouldn't know what to say
I'd just give the words away
for I'd be scared to make something wrong
All my pencils would turn into one trying to write the perfect tune
Eventually I would surrender into perfection
Give away my objection
and accept that you can't be moved from what you are.
I may be blessed with vision but you are blessed with love
and no one can improve that.
So I will just forget my chords, notes and sounds
I'll forget the wish to catch you in a butterfly net
I'll just set you free, so you can spread your love