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.