A 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 but you re too quick to fall
Now a crash but it s just physical
Not point cept it s natural
And 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

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 a paradigm
It s a cold box of cheap red wine
It s the 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

It s a shade of what could not be
It s a shade of what could not be
It s a shade of what could not be
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

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