How easy, it would be
to show me how you feel
There will be a day when I will stop asking
a night when I can lie on the floor next to your chair
when that will be enough
There will be conversations about furniture, the weather,
other things we cannot fix
Until then I will keep
nudging
wanting to hear the music that I know is inside you
even though I have not yet heard a single note
More than words, is all you have to do ...
Then you wouldn't have to say that you love me
'Cause I'd already--know
Extreme