| I walk the tightrope | |
| and tell you I love you | |
| Even if you don't | |
| Even if you don't | |
| I'll say the words that I long to hear | |
| "I hold you so dear" | |
| I hold my breath in the moments that follow | |
| Even though you don't | |
| Even though you don't | |
| And then you speak so soft I can't hear a word that | |
| you are saying | |
| (what are you saying?) | |
| She's singing songs of passion | |
| She's singing songs of silence | |
| Her words are bolts of lightning: | |
| "What do you see when you look at me? | |
| Am I the one or am I just another | |
| androgynous friend in the passing | |
| How weak am I? | |
| When I'm not in your bed | |
| Do I still figure in your head | |
| Do you think of me in the night | |
| when you can't sleep?" | |
| And she's singing: | |
| "I can never be with you" | |
| I walk the tightrope | |
| and tell you I love you | |
| Even if you don't | |
| Even if you don't | |
| I'll say the words that I long to hear | |
| "I hold you so dear" |