If I could talk, if I could breathe a word,
Don’t you know I’d sell my soul for you?
I would sing if it gave me your early morning touch.
Fingers gently running over my softened, exposed body.
I am scared to say your name, I am scared of what might come of my bravery.
I know you are happy right now,
But I want to pick up your pieces when it soon falls apart.

Please look at me.
Please say one word to me.
I am so afraid of ruining my chance.