Let’s be corny
And pretend my voice
Can travel through the wind
And find its way to you
How would that help my love?
How would that satisfy you?
How would that fill the outline,
Of what I expect to see when I wake?
To miss you is a sport I’m terribly unfit for
My arms were not designed to hold an image of you
My kisses must feel the surface of your lips
To seal the love I’ve declared
I may be clingy, I may be needy
But how else will you know I love you?
If there was any other way to love,
Would you even believe it?
Neither would I.