I'm staring at the ceiling
My girl is next to me
My hunger for another life has disappeared
I've never been so happy
So safe so warm so free
I gotta get myself the hell away from here
She loves me in the morning
I hold her through the night
Sometimes she looks at me and I can barely breathe
She takes two steps forward
I take a few steps back
Why do I let my love become my enemy
What if I've no gift for prophecy
What if things work out in the end
What if I was slightly less assured
What if I let myself be loved by her
I am a storyteller
My brain goes straight to fear
It tells me 'turn back now there's danger up ahead'
It sees no silver linings
Only a mounting dread
How did anxiety become my daily bread
But then she laughs so deeply
Her smile an ocean wide
I feel a dawning joy I hope will never end
I stay for one more minute
One hour, one more day
My heart unlocks and my resistance starts to bend
What if I read too much philosophy
What if my brain is not my friend
What if I want the life in front of me
What if love could set me free to be
What if I have no gift for prophecy
What if things work out in the end
What if my worst fears they don't come true
What if I don't lace up my running shoes
What if I let myself be loved by you
What if I let myself be loved by you
What if I let myself be loved
