I beg you, continue being out of my reach.
Continue being hard to grasp, hiding behind your wonderwall.
Continue ignoring the silent pleading in my eyes —
For you to see, to notice, to turn my way.
I fear that if you let it crumble, I’ll adore you even more.
I fear that if you’ll see, you’ll eventually turn away.
Continue being out of my reach,
So that I won’t be afraid anymore.