I wonder what it feels
to be wrapped by your arms.
I don't even know you,
but for sure they are dangerous guns.

I wonder what it feels
to be caressed by your soft hands.
I don't think that will ever happen,
but I could make some plans.

I wonder how you look while you sleep,
the movement of you breathing chest.
Too fast. I've got to meet you first.

I wonder how soft your lips are,
what it would feel to stroke your hair.
I can't help this feeling,
I wish there'd be something for us to share.

I wonder how it is
to stop imagining and take the step.
I'd like to know about you,
but I'm a coward and that's what I get.