Is it okay for me to feel this way, when there's just so much going on, that no one cares for your faith?
So it's lost, can I be found?
It looks as I can
Can I run on back to you, back to your embrace called love?
Can I love?
Is it possible to see your face, to smell the air that you breathe, to feel your warmth so I'm safe for a few?
(I haven't seen you in awhile)
It looks as I can
Can I run on back to you, back to your embrace called love?
Can I run?
Is it okay for me to feel this way, when there's just so much going on, that no one cares for your faith?
So it's lost, but can it be found?
(No, oh, Ooh)
I think I'm found