Wild Palms

just give me your time i donâ€t want your trouble or your troubled mind string me up from your unstrung eyes then fall from my atlas, good graces crusoe-ing through the vines someplace youâ€re something to find always something to find breathless in

You're just too good to be true. Can't take my eyes off you. You'd be like Heaven to touch. I wanna hold you so much. At long last love has arrived And I thank God I'm alive. You're just too good to be true. Can't take my eyes off you. Pardon the way