We touch, we think, we listen, we love

Sometimes close, can be so far away
Sometimes apart, can be closer than skin
Sometimes love, can be the reason to live
Sometimes life, can be an empty shell

We touch, we think, we listen, we love

Sometimes dreams, can be almost enough
Sometimes touch, can be just that we need
Sometimes listening, can be all that it takes
Sometimes together, can be the best of all

The words will come
when you're sound asleep
And you've lost it all
and have nothing to keep

When your mind is shallow
and your pain is deep
And your eyes resemble
the clouds that weep

The words will come...

In the softness
of my heart
In the hardness
of my mind
I'm searching
for my hate of
you, but love
is all I find

Will I be okay if I let go of this devotion
Let it be with the rest at the bottom of my ocean
They seem alright on that same old beaten road
Making it, though barely, and not entirely alone.
This is a butterfly I've been chasing all my years
I don't think, though, that I'll ever get out of here
Envisioning it, it is not the same
Now I see me in front of no one on a stage
They tell me I can do anything to my heart's content,
Insecurities are overpowering their comments
Caught in this overpowering riptide,
Will I ever get there alive?