Panther

I have no rule for your old inhibitions Am I reacting fair to all you say 'Cuz I build it up I slowly gain the tension And walk away And now I see you every day Still feel your hand upon my face My loss for words now Will get me somehow I'm reaching out But not the way you want it The need to please precedes each word you say Though I truly hope you find your happy habits Or walk away And now I see you every day Still feel your hand across my face My loss for words now Will get me somehow Another story of love gone Gorey And happiness is not for me And now I see you every day Still feel your hand upon my face My loss for words now Will get me somehow