There is a dilemma about you...
I come closer I wonder if you are the one...
I move a bit away I wonder why you are in my thoughts...
I try to come closer again...
No no... " it has to be with violins playing in the vicinity. It has to be honest. It has to be truthful. It has to be pure ".
I move away...
And I dream of you...
I pray...
Yet from some where you seep in...
I stop. And I never ever give in again.
My soul weeps.
I don't, even on the pew.
And so there is a dilemma about you.
