Tiptoe cross the egg shells with me.
Lover, lover, don't be scared.
Words are daggers, sharp and steady.
But no, you though that no one cared.

And all this while, you've mourned your death,
Your solitude, your wasted life.
I'm here as long as you need me,
But I've not strength to save you.

It's lonely, dark, frigid cold.
Can't you see I'm here so near?
I'm right close by for you to hold,
But no, you think you're so alone.

Maybe if you'd open eyes
Count less on words and more on touch
You'd see me here, with your heart you'd hear
But I dare not speak when words are death.