the dance, a bid, a matinee
it's a faint, a brief affinity
it's a touch when it shouldn't be
but it's alright

and it's a step and you're too quick to fall
now a crash but it's just physical
not a point except it's natural
but it's alright

there's no burden that will agonize you
no worry that will weigh you down
not the memories that hypnotize you
you won't turn around
you can't love me
you can't love me
you can't love me
you can't love me

a regret that's undetectable
it's a shy display non-emotional
it's a siren barely audible
but it's alright

and it's an angle of the paradigm
it's a cold box of cheap red wine
it's a thought that gets lost in time
but it's alright

there's no burden that will agonize you
no worry that will weigh you down
not the memories that hypnotize you
you won't turn around
you can't love me
you can't love me
you can't love me
you can't love me

it's a shade of what you could not be
it's a shade of what you could not be
it's a shade of what you could not be
it's a shade of what you could not be
a shade a shade a shade

there's no burden that will agonize you
no worry that will weigh you down
not the memories that hypnotize you
you won't turn around
you can't love me
you can't love me
you can't love me
you can't love me