You Make Me Too Happy

You will not let me see you.
Perhaps it cannot be.
So I just write you letters,
and you reply to me.

I am a man of logic.
You have the feeling touch.
I try to stay in focus.
You make me feel too much.

I wonder which is best?
To think with head or chest?

You make me too happy.
You make me too.
You make me too.

You make me too happy.
You make me too.
You make me too.

You care for every person.
The lost you see drift by.
I just apply my logic,
but people don't comply.

And I when I am commanding
over my robot soul,
a simple kiss I love you
can make me lose control.

I wonder which is right?
Can I be day and night?

You make me too happy.
You make me too.
You make me too.

You make me too happy.
You make me too.
You make me too.

You give me highs of passion,
heat up my peace of mind,
but oh the lows are something
I'd rather leave behind.

You make me too happy.
You make me too.
You make me too.
You make me too happy.