I look into your eyes.
You look into mine.
What do we see?
Are we both going blind?
Looking for a third time lucky?
Seven times around?
You could run, walk or crawl,
we're not even touching the ground.
Hold me again.
Hold me again.
You say hold me again.
I say hold me again.
It's a ghost of a chance that the nightmare is ending.
The letter I'm writing might be worth sending.
It's a long time now and I'm not sure I'll be waiting.
The fact of the matter is the chance I'm taking.
Hold me again.
You say hold me again.
I want you to hold me again.
We say hold me again.
All right.
Is it your face, your eyes, your humor,
or all the usual ache?
Whatever it is,
it's worth a double taste.
Sometimes it's pointless even to pretend.
But that is worth keeping your word.
That trust can be assured.
Intriguing lies and a knife in the back.
You tell you what you want and you're under attack.
I want you to hold me again.
You say hold me again.
We say hold me again.
I say hold me again and again and again.
I say hold me again and again and again and again.
Hold me again.
Hold me again.
Hold me again.