A dance, a bid, a matinee It's a faint, a brief, affinity It's a touch, when it shouldn't be But it's all right And it's a step but you're too quick to fall Now a crash but it's just physical Not a point, 'cept it's natural But it's all right Uh-uh There's no burden that will agonize you A worry that will weigh you down Not the memories that hypnotize you You won't turn around You can't love me (x4) A regret, it's undetectable It's a shy display, nonemotional It's a siren, barely audible But it's all right And it's an angle of the paradigm It's a cold box of cheap red wine It's the thought that gets lost in time But it's all right Uh-uh There's no burden that will agonize you A worry that will weigh you down Not the memories that hypnotize you You won't turn around You can't love me (x4) It's a shade of what it could not be (x3) It's a shade, a shade There's no burden that will agonize you A worry that will weigh you down Not the memories that hypnotize you You won't turn around You can't love me (x4)