Lack Of Limits Here I Am
I know that must be the day
I `m looking at your wooden front door
but what if I will fail
I guess anything cant`t hurt me more
I guess this is the day like so many days before
I know you`ll pack your things in may
Now I have to knock on your door
But what if you say I want you
would you walk away
what if you say I need you
would you let me stay
Yes here I am, yes here I am
Yes here I am but what I am
is not the same I used to be
There must be a way
A way to make you feel what I do,
I` m staring at the bell,
I think I let it ring
I think that I will take your hand
and look into your eyes
I think that I will open my mouth
and let those words come out
But what if you say I want you . . .
Yes here I am, yes here I am . .
