Dry your tears for the rainbow chaser,
Roll out the red floor for the grand wedding,
Suspicious wit, too easy attraction,
Sunday in Brighton canceled last minute,

The arranged dates that make you want her more,
The sequence of events stated in the book,
Icelandic looks with beauty and common, acquainted style...

It could only be,
Only be,
Only be,
Only be,

Gambling debts with will and power,
The game of chess for the knight-hood,
Hearing sounds on the checkered floor,
A withering draft from beneath the door,
Or acquainted love...

I'm looking for, for, for

And if I catch your suspicions,
Round the guile of your guilt,
I begin to wonder,
I begin to wonder,

Open minds catch the drift,
As the fear explodes on your face,
Suspicious I've become,
Suspicious you've became, with your suspicious wit!