I know that must be the day 
I `m looking at your wooden front door 
but what if I will fail 
I guess anything cant`t hurt me more 
I guess this is the day like so many days before 
I know you`ll pack your things in may 
Now I have to knock on your door 

But what if you say I want you 
would you walk away 
what if you say I need you 
would you let me stay 

Yes here I am, yes here I am 
Yes here I am but what I am 
is not the same I used to be 

There must be a way 
A way to make you feel what I do, 
I` m staring at the bell, 
I think I let it ring 
I think that I will take your hand 
and look into your eyes 
I think that I will open my mouth 
and let those words come out 

But what if you say I want you . . . 

Yes here I am, yes here I am . .