I will find some way
To tell you that I love you
But I can't seem to use
My mother tongue
Let's construct our very own language
The first grunts and gestures give way
To soft whispers and apprehension queries
Until our illumine hearts can touch each other
It's okay if it's not you
That's alright, it's fine
Just don't make me feel stupid
For wanting it to be you
It's okay if it's not you
That's alright, it's fine
Just don't make me feel stupid
For wanting it to be you
