Just close your eyes and listen. Listen to the sound of his pure voice. Imagine you are sitting next to him on the piano bench. He’s looking at you, smiling, as the words comes out of his mouth.
"Well, I’ve never been a man of many words.
And there’s nothing I could say that you haven’t heard.
But I’ll sing you love songs til the day I die.
The way I’m feeling,
I can’t keep it inside.
I’ll sing a sweet serenade whenever you’re feeling sad,
And a lullaby each night before you go to bed.
I’ll sing to you for the rest (of my life)”
ASDFGHJKL WHAT AM I DOING TO MYSELF.