Try

(December 2007) 

You force your head to tell you lies

That what you feel will make you cry.

But what if it sets you free?

Cos that’s what you mean to me.

But I won’t speak a word of this.

So I sit alone…

I’m sick of the burden of my own cross.

We run when we stay, cos we can’t stand the loss.

When all I want is to wrap my arms around

To feel your breath and fill my ears with your sound.

But I won’t speak a word of this.

So I sit alone….

It aches to stay away from you.

You know you want me there with you too.

If there’s no love to hide,

We shouldn’t have to try.