On satin sheets we stretch
And tangled our bodies lay
Our thoughts confused and disconnected
No words we need to say

Your soft hands search for me
But I still feel jaded and wronged
So I curl away from you
In the bed where I no longer belong

My feet hit the ice cold floor
And I sigh as I stand
My hand reaches for the door
On my own command

You turn in your bed
And whisper come back
Your hand palm up and out
This time not in attack

My body sore
And my mind weak
I turn and walk back
Feeble, unable to speak

Though my feet bring me to you
Next time may differ
Maybe next time I will be stronger
Maybe next time I will be bigger

But until the time comes
Until I can stand on my own
Fear controls me
Til my last moan