I tend to want to save.. rather than love you how you’re made..
I’ll find a ways to knock Down those walls.. and make sure my song answers to your calls..
I have this idea that we could be.. yet you don’t even really know me..
I have a way of dancing in the dark… swaying about and calling it art..
You look to me.. to cleanse your eye so you could see..
You follow my dance.. in hopes it’ll help give you a glance..
You hold on tight.. because for the first time you know it feels right..