It’s been hot,
Also very sweet.
And I’m not usually indiscreet.
But when he sparkles,
The earth begins to sway.
What more can I say?
How can I express
How confused am I by our happiness?
I can’t eat breakfast,
I cannot tie my shoe.
What more can I do?

If I said I love him,
You might think my words come cheap.
Let’s just say
I’m glad he’s mine awake,
Asleep.

It’s been hot
Also it’s been swell.
More than not,
It’s been more than words can tell.
I halt.
I stammer.
I sing a rondelay.
What more can I say?

Can you tell
I have been revised?
It’s so swell,
Damn it, even I’m surprised.
We laugh,
We take it day by day.
What more can I say?

Text: What More Can I Say, lyrics (excerpt), Falsettoland, William Finn
Image: Unknown, 19th century, via Varones/Flickr

Tagged: Falsettoland, gay, vintage male affection, vintage photo, William Finn