I don't know where it is I'm going
I don't know what it is I know
Most of the time
I think I blindly feel around just to see how life will go
You came to me without a warning
So overwhelmed, under-prepared
And in our hearts, three words are forming
And now we're both just scared
What did I tell myself when I first felt the flame?
"Don't you open yourself up to another strand of pain"
I knew that the timing wasn't the right one, what a shame
Oh but I'm getting tired of being right
Why am I right again?
You write to me every morning
You write to me every night
Most of the time, I wish that I could read your mind
And I worry if that's right
And I can't help it if I worry, no
And I can't help it if I care
I know that there is not a hurry with this love
And that's just what makes me scared
So, what do we tell ourselves now that we've found the flame?
"Let's not open ourselves up to another strand of pain"
I knew that the timing wasn't the right one, what a shame
Well but I am so tired of being right
Why am I right again?
