And now the air is clear, my dear,
and you're still here
And so, with a certain surprise,
I give you my eyes, sweet,
certain surprise
Soft uncertainty but blue, my love,
that's how I think of you
And so, with a certain surprise,
I give you my eyes, sweet,
certain sur prise
Silence has never been my thing,
I'm one of those
I love to shout and
sing about my love
My sweet flying dove, there's no one above
This sweet sud
den surprise
We're too sensitive, my dear
Too fugitives from
fear and sorrow
With a certain surprise
I'll give you my eyes
Sweet
With a certain surprise
Laughter
Has always been my thing
I'm one of those I love to shout
And sing about my love
My sweet lying dove
There's no one like
A sweet
Certain surprise
Oh
And now the air is clear, dear
And you're still here, and so
With a certain surprise
I give you my eyes, sweet
A certain sur prise
Laughter has always been the
thing I'm gonna blow
Oh, yes, I love to shout
and sing about my love
My sweet flying dove,
there's no one above
To sweeten certain surprises
Too sensitive, my dear,
we're two fugit ives from a field
A certain surprise
I give you my eyes,
sweet certain surprise
Too sensitive, my dear,
two fugitives from a field
And you're still a certain surprise
I give you my eyes, see,
a certain surprise
Now the air is clear, my dear,
and you're still here,
so, a certain surprise
I give you my eyes, see,
a certain surprise you