If. Featuring... a Moody Dude

If you could see What you do to me. When my heart goes to thee. If you could hear. The rejection that I fear. That you may disappear. If you could smell Then you could tell How the love makes me dwell If you could taste, How you lay me to waste, Just one word, out of place If you could feel, How the cards that you deal, Makes my blood congeal.