Fear is like a forest Dark of the unknown Love is like a promise That you'll never be alone
Touch is like a tourist You know when you are home It's not that I'm a purist It's just I'd rather be alone
Books waiting to be written Lovers waiting to be loved Songs here, underneath my fingers Waiting to be sung
Nothing will be written And not one lover will I love No song will I be singing If it's will I'm running on
But I know that it works 'Cause I've seen that it's true If you just let it go It'll come back to you It'll come back in spades It'll come back in pairs It'll come back in ways It'll come back 'cause it cares Come back 'cause it cares Come back 'cause it cares
