I take your hand
and the last drop of sand
slowly runs between us
Creating a big fuss
You hear the voice
"Don't be afraid"
Again the same noise
You're slightly confused
There'll be a may
I need you to stay
Is there a place
where we both could be
More than a mate, less than a date
The last part still remains
Could we complete the sonate?
Is there still outs.. or ins?
So softly
you barely feel it..