I look in your eyes and they don’t look alive and I wonder and cry “what side are we on man.” I don’t want to think and I don’t need a drink and I wonder if love is nothing more than lust for a time when everything seemed to be alright. And I wonder where I’ll be when your father dies.
I keep on trying to get to know you and I keep on trying to learn your every fear.
My love, we may never see the stars again. If you should speak of all your secrets, I’ll take them to the grave with me.
I am not alright. When I see you out at night I wanna scream “Hold me! I want your body! to keep my bones underneath my skin! I need your frail hands! to keep my heart from caving in!” and if your father dies, I’ll tell you everything I know about Heaven.
I keep on trying to get to know you and I keep on trying to learn your every fear.
Sometime, I know, you don’t feel so beautiful. If you should speak of all your secrets, I’ll take them to the grave with me.