I don’t know what you smoke
or what countries you’ve been to,
if you speak any other languages other than your own.
I’d like to meet you.

I don’t know if you drive,
if you love the ground beneath you.
I don’t know if you write letters
or you panic on the phone.
I’d like to call you all the same if you want to.
I am game.

I don’t know if you can swim
If the sea is any draw for you
If your better in the morning or when the sun goes down
I’d like to call you.

I don’t know if you can dance.
If the thought ever occurred you.
If you eat what you’ve been given
or you push it ’round the plate.
I’d like to cook for you all the same.
I would want to.
I am game.

If you walk my way,
I could keep my head.
We could creep away in the dark
or maybe not.
We could chew it down anyway.

I don’t know if you read novels
or the magazines.
If you love the hand or feet.
I assume that your heart’s been bruised.
I’d like to know.

You don’t know if I can draw at all
or what records I am into.
If I sleep in a spoon
or really at all.
Or maybe you would do
Or maybe you would do

If you walk my way,
I will keep my head.
We feel our way through the dark.
Though I don’t know you,
I think that i will do.
I don’t fall easy at all,
yeah, at all
at all…
at all…
at all…

If you walk my way,
I will keep my head.
We feel our way through the dark.
Though I don’t know you,
I think that i will do.
I don’t fall easy at all.
~Lisa Hannigan