Fear is like a forest
The 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 will come back to you
It’ll come back in spades
It’ll come back in pairs
It’ll come back in waves
It’ll come back 'cause it cares
Come back 'cause it cares