I know the pull. I know the hunger. I know the distance I should keep. But you reach out as though it’s nothing, And something guarded yields in me. What is this love that leaves me open? No wound, and nowhere left to hide. What use is all the strength I carry When you are sleeping at my side? I can be still through any danger. I cannot still myself with you. You say my name as though it’s simple. I wish that saying yours were, too. What is this love that leaves me open? No wound, and nowhere left to hide. What use is all the strength I carry When you are sleeping at my side? I cannot know how long we’re given. I cannot make the darkness kind. But I can leave my hand beside you And let you choose it every time. What is this love that leaves me open? No wound, and nowhere left to hide. What use is all the strength I carry When you are sleeping at my side?
