Like the first shave with a new razor, he's silky smooth
Callused hands, velvet on her skin in the heat of their passion
He knows what she wants, but not how to give it to her
She knows what she needs, but doesn't dare ask it of him
Once again she sits up crying, deep into the night
He wants to stop her pain, to take and bury it deep within himself.
They're going through so much right now, it's a wonder they're still
together
So many people between them, but really it's only in their heads
Nothing's really their, but their own fear of getting caught,
A fear neither would acknowledge, one of getting separated again...