It’s always a question of what is and what it should be,

What we want and what we have, you and me,

There’s always a dilemma standing between us,

Somehow though, clarity is what causes all the fuss,

If I didn’t know any better, I’d hold your hand in mine,

But the trouble is, I know what’s in your heart and on your mind,

So I stand close and yet seem to be afar,

This door between us, left just slightly ajar,

The closing door, I wanna stop but something in me does deter,

Oh! I wish I was naïve, how I wish, I didn’t know any better…