What If

I’m staring at the ceiling
My girl is next to me
My hunger for another life has disappeared
I’ve never been so happy
So safe so warm so free
I’ve gotta get myself the hell away from here

She loves me in the morning
I hold her through the night
Sometimes she looks at me
And I can barely breathe
She takes two steps forward
I take a few steps back
Why do I let my love becomе my enemy?

What if I’ve no gift for prophеcy?
What if things work out in the end?
What if I was slightly less assured?
What if I let myself be loved by her?

I am a storyteller
My brain goes straight to fear
It tells me turn back now, there’s danger up ahead
It sees no silver linings, only a mounting dread
How did anxiety become my daily bread?

But then she laughs so deeply
Her smile an ocean wide
I feel a dawning joy I hope will never end
I stay for one more minute, one hour, one more day
My heart unlocks and my resistance starts to bend

What if I read too much philosophy?
What if my brain is not my friend?
What if I want the life in front of me?
What if love could set me free to be?

What if I have no gift for prophecy?
What if things work out in the end?
What if all those fears, they don’t come true?
What if I don’t lace up my running shoes?
What if I let myself be loved by you?
What if I let myself be loved by you?
What if I let myself be loved?