yours

you, with your hand outstretched
finger on the key
this lock that you release
is opening but isn't free
and i hope that you can see
how it beats inside of me
instead of pushing fear aside
i want to run, i want to hide
i am vulnerably yours
she, who is wanting me
whose touch can make me cry
i can only understand
by never asking her why
hear the contradictions fly
and as hard as i may try
every truth becomes a lie
in the ache of her reply

i am passionately...
yours
and the saddest eyes are
yours
and the softest skin is
yours
and the hope i borrow is
yours
so won't you let me in, i'm
yours
all that i begin is
yours
every prize i win is
yours
at your feet again, i'm
yours
all i am is
yours

all i am is wanting you
i've fallen down and i can't seem to come to
if i shoud die before i wake
i commend my soul into this ache
up above the world so high
where the water tends to meet the sky
she's all i'm after by the toe
and i won't let go
and i wanted you to know
that if you reap what you would sew
i would take it blow by blow

all i am is
yours
and the saddest eyes are
yours
and the softest skin is
yours
and the hope i borrow
yours
so won't you let me in, i'm
yours
all that i begin is
yours
every prize i win is
yours
at your feet again, i'm
yours
all i am is
yours
yours


blues traveler