Feeling sorry is one thing, admiring is the other
Mixed up it confuses you, leaves you in disaster
Add a little sympathy, confuse it with bare love
Bound the thoughts there on a string, flying up above
Don’t let them escape your head, hold them tight to you
If you hold them close enough they might embrace you too
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We’re in London, it is dark, facing front to front
The scarf is pulled up to your nose, you lie, don’t say you don’t
The buzzing streetlight blurs the sky, the moon is hanging crooked
My night is almost swung away, the hotel room is booked
The sunshine’s slowly fading out, it’s like bad poetry
It’s covering all your pity tries to hide insecurity
I see the gleaming fear of hope, lingering in your eye
You’re so afraid of falling, but to fall you need to fly
I open up my lips, but my tongue, it is as numb
As my tingling fingertips, there are no words to come
I lift my head up, look at you, it’s hard ‘cause you’re so tall
It’s getting so much colder, colder, I don’t get it at all
‘I have to go’ I want to say, I know you want it too
But neither of us have the guts to really pull it through
And after we’re eaten up by silence and secure
I finally lift my fingertips, just for making sure
Holding breathing, badly scared, you’re begging for one chance
Welling tears I grab your scarf, holding tight your glance
Slowly, slowly pulling down, such a tragic parody
It’s ridiculous that this leaves you with nobody
I stroke your cheek, you smile at me, I know you’re actually not
This wordless sad expression tells that you need me a lot
‘I am not scared’ I whisper, your arms, they hold me close
And by the way, almost forgot… I need you the most.