Paroles: Davey Ray Moor. Telepathy. A Little Won't Do No Harm.

josephine, the roses in this room
suddenly would open into bloom
all a bit too late and still a bit too soon
a little love won t do no harm

yes, i know there s strange news from afar
who you were and who i hope you are
lose that uniform now let me see you scars
a little love won t do no harm

oh my friend
now if the truth me told

you and i have little left to hold
lets pretend that we ve begun
a little love don t hurt no one

suddenly now everything is calm
here marooned anew our trinkets and our charms
we just spilled some wine and raised up the alarm
a little love wont do no harm