Stuck

In the rush the rush of my senses in the heat the heat of this moment in the Palace of Nations I think I can love you out of weakness In the heat of this moment I stick myself in laughter Run for it I'm running away know-it-all I will return again pushing myself so helpless hopeless when I can love you out of weakness Which of us is to blame! I'm stupid I only know enough to get out of the rain Oh, I really tiptoe, I really tiptoe Stop when you cease to amaze me take a look my part in the pattern I know it'll never matter so I stick myself in laughter I may love you out of weakness is that what I was afraid of!