I hear steps in the hallway.
You slump down beside me, making room for yourself.
You don't say a word, just stare at the back of my neck
while I pretend to sleep.
Too often I miss the moments
of falling asleep and waking up alone.
There would be no need to stress and try to explain my sentiments
when I don't understand them myself.
Mm, I know, you find it hard to understand.
I want to be close but without you touching me.
And oh if it just could be enough for you too
it would be so much easier to continue all this.
To me this silence
is preferable to some new clumsy lie
for it's not like I can say it straight, "Yes, I'm still uncomfortable,"
because then we'd be stuck discussing it.
And yes, I know, you find it hard to understand.
I want to be close but without you touching me.
And oh if it just could be enough for you too
for then all this could go on as before.
Oh yeah, but hey, it aint easy for me either.
I just can't tell what's wrong.
And yeah I know that you can't take this for much longer.
I think this silence will be the death of us.
I think this silence will be the death of us.