RICHARD THOMPSON lyrics - Cressida

(Richard Thompson)



Love that holds its breath for fear

Of scaring love away

I rush my lines

I care too deeply

O will she keep me

For idle games



I raise my eyes to see her there

Shining in a daydream

I raise my eyes

I see too much

I know her touch

What her touch would mean



I stare into

I stare into

The dying flames