I know you need to know where we stand
Is there harm in waiting?
Is this my only chance to take your hand?
Iím torn in two, by what I should
or should not do
Torn, torn in two. Will you wait for me?
if I run from you.
I really must confess
it feels like thereís a war in me
Iím drawn to those who offer less
But is this really where I need to be?
Over this Iím losing rest I canít bear to turn away
If I try to second guess, Oh, I gamble it away, Iím torn