A dance, a bid, a matinee

It's a faint, a brief, affinity

It's a touch, when it shouldn't be

But it's all right 

And it's a step but you're too quick to fall

Now a crash but it's just physical

Not a point, 'cept it's natural

But it's all right 


Uh-uh 


There's no burden that will agonize you

A worry that will weigh you down

Not the memories that hypnotize you

You won't turn around 


You can't love me (x4) 


A regret, it's undetectable

It's a shy display, nonemotional

It's a siren, barely audible

But it's all right 


And it's an angle of the paradigm

It's a cold box of cheap red wine

It's the thought that gets lost in time

But it's all right 


Uh-uh 


There's no burden that will agonize you

A worry that will weigh you down

Not the memories that hypnotize you

You won't turn around 


You can't love me (x4) 


It's a shade of what it could not be (x3)

It's a shade, a shade 


There's no burden that will agonize you

A worry that will weigh you down

Not the memories that hypnotize you

You won't turn around 


You can't love me (x4)