Suzanne Vega Caramel

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 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.