Sharing thoughts and feelings of memories come and gone -
Expressing fears and doubts to me,
Some things you wouldn't confess to a priest...
I know, because you tell it.
You hide nothing. You tell all...
But somehow you're holding back.
You hide from me the part I wish to see most.
That raw aching in your chest that I know is there -
It's plane for me to see (as I know you well by now).
It's too deep a fall to come back from I'm afraid.
And I'll be stuck in this hole forever, till you get me out -
So it's pointless pushing away at this stage.
Why can't you just unravel it to me?
Tell me the whispering that goes on in your mind -
The voices that make you ask the questions I do,
And doubt each others faithfulness?
But if you told me what your heart desired -
All those other doubts would go away. I promise you.
I just need to know. Need it for my own peace of mind.
I know you feel it - it's obvious...
but unless you tell me, it's not real.
And all I need is real right now
I know you do - I can see it, so why can't you speak it...?