wading through puddles of ex-lovers tears & mine   thumbing through letters penned by writers i never fully understood   waiting for opportunity's knock, or a doorbell at the very least   for lack of a better line, i'll let her tell me her sign      you're just a hop, skip, a jump & a small hurdle from being my favorite girl   don't miss a step or you might miss your chance at a medal, you're chance to show the world   your rehabilitation is over now, you're better than you've ever been   hoping the good doc says you're tip-top & ready to go      just then something   popped like a pistol   something's got you running      the pistol pops   from static to kinetic   so fast you can't stop      i can hardly breathe   it's getting hot in here   searching for something that sounds sincere   to make one thing clear      i will hold you oh, so close   curled up beside me, your feet to my shin   cheek to my chin   to feel the heat on your skin   to watch your molecules spin   i will hold you oh, so close      for lack of a better line