you better tell me

if it all derails
if the love on the way to your heart
caught the wrong vein back
to your brain and got
second-thought

well you better tell me baby, well
you better tell me then
before you even think again
you better tell me

and if it all falls through
if the blueprint we drew up so fine
left big gaps underneath
the firm foundation we both see
and slip, your love falls crash
and leaves a love-shaped hole
behind

well you better tell me baby, well
you better tell me then
before you even pull the drawing
board back out to draw again,
you better tell me

and if it's just a dream
and you wake up to pull your journal out
to write it down so clear and fresh
the dream-dew clinging still
upon your dream-kissed lips, before
it hits:
it was not real

well,

you better tell me, baby
yes, you better tell me right straight then
before you, frantic, try to dive
back in to dream it back again
you better tell me

and if it all seems oh so true
what you tell me,
what you hear, too
and if your heart rings like a gong
that keeps resounding on
and on, for days and weeks,
foretelling years
your first glimpse of forever clears
and there you see: me - us - for good
if that's the case,

well
you don't have to tell me, then
I think that
I think,
that
I can just assume

pretty much assume