Bend my heart in your fist

Your palm keeps it close with each kiss

As for me, I'll close my eyes and count the stars

They're not as far

As they were before

Your hand reaches out for comfort

Reluctant to admit it needs its mate

But you've got to let our hearts meet their fate

Those singers of guitar-poems

This feeling's not mine alone

I can smell it in the creases of your skin

Stay with me and hide in this dark

Slow down, I feel a spark

Thats encounters every muse's sin

You're not going anywhere for a moment

I'll capture your picture and hold it

Locked in memory of my first love

And look at the stars, they're up above

And twinkling in your eyes

I'll grasp them with my heart-holding palm

These singers, they tell no lies