Oh you left me dazed and pass the days With and for you, who are the weather of my one and only country: stay. it is spring. I have so little to do What you do to the light by doing nothing, Living at the window holding honey, Is going through the wall of me, the good harm of it, the only argument ive known That seems more than temporary sold You, and you, the bright unfinished young Always there I have so little to do Oh oh so little to do so little to do Oh oh oooooooh
