Your hand is on my shoulder.
You're telling me you're sorry.
While I ache and ache and ache.

Your hand is on my shoulder.
The thumb rubbing up and down.
You're telling me you're sorry.

Your hand is on my shoulder.
Your thumb is still moving.
You're like a parent.

Your hand is on my shoulder.
It's very corporeal.
I cry, you tell me sorry.

Your hand is on my shoulder.
I can see you really mean it.
And I'm sorry, too.

Your hand is on my shoulder.
I forgot you would do this.
And I want to hug you back.

Your hand is on my shoulder.
The touch is foreign, strange.
And the time just ticks by.

Your hand is on my shoulder.
I believe you when you say sorry.
I ache and cry, and I feel safe.