I mustbe a fan of torture,
Ofpunishment and such.
ButI’ve never been the type of man,
Toever fall in love.
I singabout it, I play about it,
But ifI’m in, I’m lost.
But tosay it, to really say it,
I’mscared I’ll suffer the cost.
Notquite there, not quite here,
Thedistance is stifling,
Whilebeing so near,
On theedge of a blue existence.
Butas long asI’m here,
Aslong asyou’re here,
I’dkeep from falling,
Keepmyself stalling,
Tocatch a glimpse,
Ofthat blue existence.
Yeah,I might be a loser,
But Iknow she could do worse.
I alsoknow I’m terrified,
Andthat would be a first.
So,I’m not quite there, not quite here,
Thedistance is stifling,
Whilebeing so near,
On theedge of a blue existence.
Butas long asI’m here,
Aslong asyou’re here,
I’dkeep from falling,
Keepmyself stalling,
