Maybe I don't wanna make it all good I don't really think that we could or would or should Blue eyed sprites & Ithaca skies Dusk upon your cinnamon eyes Wrap my arms around your belly Tell me lies, tell me lies, tell me lies Maybe I don't wanna make it alright Ithaca Ithaca Ithaca There is no place for you and I No hidden face to recognize I knew it before I couldn't look you in the eye You could have said it first But you don't got the nerve You don't got the gall You do not deserve You could have said it first Even if it hurts I knew it before I couldn't look you in the eye You could have said it first But you don't got the nerve You don't got the gall We do not deserve You could have said it first Even if it hurt I knew it before I couldn't look you in the eye You could have said it first Even if it hurts I knew it before I couldn't look you in the eye