how is it that I can take
the moments in my hand,
and lay no claim upon your heart
nor make any demands,
we kiss we touch like lovers
but soft words don't pass between,
is it emptiness between us
or past heartaches we have seen?
sometimes I see you struggle
words imprisoned on your tongue,
so much feeling shines within your eyes
but the song remains unsung,
and every day that passes
I know for us may be the last,
and every time I leave I know
you'll eventually be my past,
our lonely hearts found comfort
I guess that what we are,
is two worn and battle-weary ships
that can only sail so far,
I know now this is not enough
I know that I agreed,
and you have the right to your own wants
but this isn't what I need,
to feel the warmth within your arms
as you refrain from all emotion,
the softness of your kisses
that do not seek devotion,
I want to be so much more
much more than what we are,
two worn and battle-weary ships
that can only sail so far,....