He's saying "no, no, you're not ready yet" St. Peter shaking his head I'm far away For nights and days Silent they I'm running It's like your voice I hear Into my face Keeps drying my tears

And then I go and spoil it all by saying something stupid like "I love you" The time is right, your perfume fills my head, the stars get red and, oh, the night's so blue I know I stand in line until you think you have the time To spend an evening with me