There is something missing inside of me.
And when our fingers curl together,
I think I know what it might be.
I need your love to make me better.
No, I am full of doubt.
But when our bodies intertwine,
It is banished by your shout.
But only briefly, again the fear is mine.
If your love is true.
I need to love my own soul.
The way I love you,
And then I will be whole.