badfinger
i can love you
I can love you, Without asking why See you, All that's in your eyes Knowing, there's no alibi,  If I made you cry  I can see you, like the morning sun Feel you, and I'm holding on Knowing, that I'm not alone Want to take you home  And all of the flowers Seem to wither in their beds And say good night And all of the hours Seem to clear away the bad And make it right.  And all of the flowers Seem to wither in their beds And say good night And all of the hours Seem to clear away the bad And make it right.