Warm breath on a winter window   He writes her name, on the glass, it’s Tuesday morning   In a quiet little street, in a home kept tidy and neat   Is a messy room where two tangled bodies wake from sleep   He puts his hand on her face, and gently begins to trace   The outline of her lips, she whispers good morning   There’s a need for spoken word but he thinks, in silence their actions are heard   Share a pillow, stare so close the focus blurs      Not an on the spot romantic, He found it hard to touch   Couldn’t measure a feeling but when asked he said, “I love you very much”   In an attempt to keep her happy, he held so much away   Though he promised himself he’d tell her all of it someday      Morning light pours in through a north-facing window   The silence is broken, she pushes play on the stereo   And as music fills the room it fills the gaps   Yet another distraction, from talking bout mishaps and things   As distance grows, confusion of what to do   He retreats into himself, thinks that there he’ll find a clue   Whilst neither one speaks up, and they both hurt inside   She doesn’t do much to help but he’s the one that’s fucked it up this time      Not an on the spot romantic, He found it hard to touch   Couldn’t measure a feeling but when asked he said “I love you very much”   He told her his accounts of heartache, and how it made him feel   Happiness in honesty, something real      In a desperate search both night and day   It only gets harder to find the words to say   He knows in his heart, he could love her til the end   If only from the start, he had been more open   The image of himself in the reflection   Says the clocks ticking down, if you want her, it’s got to happen   He looks into himself, he stares into his heart   He takes his wants and needs, he splits the two apart      I’ll run back    I’ll hold you in my arms    You won’t leave feeling empty next time   I’ll tell you everything    And that I want to go home    And we’ll walk home together next time