Bicycle Weather

[Verse]
Oh, how long
Can your lover hold on for you to explain where you're gone?
Oh, come on
Can you feel it when I brush my fingertips on your arm?
Oh, how long
Can you keep a secret? Hold my precious thoughts in your palm
It's no fun
To tell the world you're just a friend and nothing more, you're no one
But is my art pure enough or should I go home?
'Cause my favourite Beatle is Yoko