I have my feelers out
maybe I'm just grasping at straws
Grasping at strands of blond hair
as you pull away from my embrace

I don't care if it hurts
I just want you

down on my level
feeling
how I feel

I grasp and I *****
Hands out, making my way through the dark.
I think I see light at the end of the tunnel

Oh, it's only you.