SOMETIMES WHEN WE TOUCH 
Dan Hill 


You ask me if I love you and I choke on my reply.
I'd rather hurt you honestly than mislead you with a lie.
And who am I to judge you on what you say or do?
I'm only just beginning to see the real you.

And sometimes when we touch, the honesty's too much,
And I have to close my eyes and hide.
I wanna hold you till I die, till we both break down and cry.
I wanna hold you till the fear in me subsides.

Romance and all its strategy leaves me battling with my pride.
But through the insecurity, some tenderness survives.
I'm just another writer still trapped within my truths;
A hesitant prizefighter still trapped within my youth.

And sometimes when we touch, the honesty's too much,
And I have to close my eyes and hide.
I wanna hold you till I die, till we both break down and cry.
I wanna hold you till the fear in me subsides.

At times I'd like to break you and drive you to your knees.
At times I'd like to break through and hold you endlessly.

At times I understand you, and I know how hard you've tried.
I've watched while love commands you, and I've watched love pass you by.
At times I think we're drifters, still searching for a friend,
A brother or a sister. But then the passion flares again.

And sometimes when we touch, the honesty's too much,
And I have to close my eyes and hide.
I wanna hold you till I die, till we both break down and cry.
I wanna hold you till the fear in me subsides.