Dime

If I take the train that goes straight to where you are
Would you be happier?

If I tell you that loneliness kills me
when you leave - would you be happier?
Tell me, tell me

If my hands touched you right and I held
my skin to you - would you know of my love?

If my tongue kissed you faithfully and between my legs
hooked you well... tell me, tell me, tell me, tell me.
Even if fear is my reality
even if I bet my soul once again
even having to touch the wound to continue
even knowing that you can leave
even if I can't accept it, tell me, tell me.

If I hug you tightly with my love and protect you
from the pain - could you resist?

If I keep you faithfully in my heart, loving you,
can you resist?
Tell me, tell me, tell me.