When

Do I read to much into everything

Like a child fears the dark?

Do I take you at face value

Second guess your love

And question my own heart?

Sometimes I feel it all coming together. . .

Never was one to wear my heart upon my sleeve

Guess you knew that from the start

It’s not the first time I’ve been so inept

With words and things, but. . .

Who’da thought I’d ever be afraid of what I want

Sometimes I feel it all coming together

The answer seems so simple somehow. . .

Oh, When?

Where do I go from here?

And do you feel the same?

Blinded by your innocence

Are things as they appear?

This honesty has made me

Inexperienced in the game

If I told you how I feel

Would you understand in part?

All the secrets I conceal inside me

Could you put together the pieces of my heart?

Oh, When?

Sometimes I feel it all coming together

The questions posed mean little

As it comes to me now

The answer seems so simple

When looking past the ritual

Old hearts are feeling love again somehow