and my name would fall from your lips
i wanna cry like the child that i am
to think i may never hear it again
Is this the wrong time for the right thing,
is it anything at all?
i'm helpless like a teardrop who just does not wanna fall.
i will dry up into a puddle of salt
and i'll sting as i lick my own wounds

Oh no, I think I'm falling in love again
it's nothing new
It's just that this time, its with you

I wake each morning with my body on fire
cooled only by the touch of your hands
each day thats to follow
and each night that is to come
i am breathing just to feel them again
have you understood what i am trying to explain?
its this delicately torturing pleasant little pain
I wonder now do you think of me in this same kind of way.
do you think of me at all?

Oh no, I think I'm falling in love again
it's nothing new
It's just that this time, its with you