In the rush

the rush of my senses

in the heat

the heat of this moment

in the Palace of Nations

I think I can love you out of weakness

In the heat of this moment I stick myself in laughter

Run for it

I'm running away

know-it-all

I will return again

pushing myself so helpless

hopeless

when I can love you out of weakness

Which of us is to blame!

I'm stupid

I only know enough to get out of the rain

Oh, I really tiptoe, I really tiptoe

Stop

when you cease to amaze me

take a look

my part in the pattern

I know it'll never matter

so I stick myself in laughter

I may love you out of weakness

is that what I was afraid of!