Those Three Words Lyrics - Brad

I could have written a story out of those three words 

But as it stands my organ's pumping notes to the skill of your smile 

All the while I ask for flowers 

To be placed by your cheek so the mornin' is sweet the pleasure is close 

Tick tick tick tick my dear can't you see? 

I could have written a story out of I love you, yeah 

I could have given, I could have given something new 

But as it stands my organ's humpin' somethin' old 

And all the while I ask for flowers to be placed by your cheek 

So the mornin' is sweet, yeah 

Somehow from beginning to end is right here holding your hand 

And shining your shoes and pouring the wine 

And lately, seems like everything I'm a slave, I'm a master 

And sometimes my heart, and sometimes my soul 

And sometimes my fingers walk round my eyes 

And precious thoughts, and diamond dreams 

Somehow, from beginning to end is right here holding your hand 

Somehow, from beginning to end is right here holding your hand 

Somehow, Wednesday will come