How can I care, how can I care for you?
How can I bear to love you any less than you need?
How can I hold you?
How can I bear to lose the bruises that you leave.
If you let go of me I'd be a fool to let you leave.
Slipping through my fingers all the time, I try to capture every minute...the feeling in it. Slipping through my fingers all the time, do I really see what's in her mind? Each time I think I'm close to knowing, she keeps on growing. Slipping through my fingers all the time...