Trip Abroad

It's you, it's me, the two of us abroad
It's me, it's you and the words that have not been told
I've said I love you and that love is mine
But some place in my heart, and in the back of my mind
I really long for you to say those words

One loves, the other still unsure
But you brought us here, that must mean something more?
And I meant it when I said
I own my love for you so don't be scared
But how I long for you to say those words

So I act my part, I show you just the sides
Of me that I think you will fall in love with
So close but, so far, I show you just the sides
Of me that I think you will fall in love with

It's you, it's me, the two of us in bed
It's me, it's you, in this room you have paid for
And how I wonder what you're thinkining of
But I'm too scared to ask, what if it's not of love?
But how I long for you to say those words

One fears the other may feel forced
To state a love that of this can't be born
I try to act as I am fine, in every touch I do still look for signs
A sign if you can feel the way I do

So I act my part, I show you just the sides
Of me that I think you will fall in love with
So close but, so far, I show you just the sides
Of me that I think you will fall in love with