You asked me if I love you,
and I choke on my reply;
I'd rather hurt you honestly
than mislead you with a lie.
And who am I to judge you
on what you say or do,
when I'm only just beginning
to see the real you?
* And sometimes when we touch,
the honesty's too much
And I have to close my eyes,
and hide...
I wanna hold you 'til I die,
'til we both break down and cry;
I wanna hold you
'til the fear in me subsides.
Romance and all its strategy
leaves me battling with my pride.
But through the insecurity,
some tenderness survives
I'm just another writer
still trapped within my truth
A hesitant prize-fighter
still trapped within my youth!
Repeat *
At times I'd like to break you,
and drive you to your knees!
At times I'd like to break through,
and hold you endlessly...
At times I understand you,
and I know how hard you've tried.
I've watched while love commands you,
and I've watched love pass you by.
At times I think we're drifters,
still searching for a friend...
A brother or a sister,
but then the passion flares again!
Repeat *
-- Dan Hill & Barry Mann
