I grabbed your hand and pulled you closenAnd I set a pace that we could keepnStopping at every red lightnAcross the Seine, a few parks I forgetnnNow you're back only two monthsnSince we traded a friendship for more questionsnOf how this all might play outnnWe can talk it through even plan this outnYou can fall asleep on my chest through the springnBut somehow it doesn't feel up to usnnWith that on the heartnI'm caught and I'm brokenYes, barely lit scenes I'm picturingnOn a corner, off an alleynOn your lips, words I don't trust you will saynnLike a man in the darknBoth in thought and sightnI ride to your house under Myrtle Street lightsnSweaty, and nervous, and unsuren