The Wrong Box

From Russia with love I fly to you
Much wiser since my goodbye to you
I've travelled the world to learn
I must return from Russia with love

I've seen places, faces and smiled for a moment
But oh, you haunted me so
Still my tongue tied, young pride
Would not let my love for you show
I case you say no

To Russia I flew but there and then
I suddenly knew you'd care again
My running around is through
I fly to you, from Russia with love