Timing

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, underprepared

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, yeah"

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? Oh, oh