i wonder why i'm so afraid
of saying something wrong, i never said i was a saint
i wonder, when i cry into my hands
iβm conditioned to feel like it makes me less of a man
and i wonder if someday you'll be by my side
and tell me that the world will end up alright
you're on top, i put you on top
i claimed you so proud and openly, babe
and when times were rough, when times were rough
i made sure i held you close to me