You mumble something cryptic And then giggle in your sleep A smile so wide I know you cant be dreaming about me The lack of circulation to my arm under your head Makes pins and needles dance as I lie helpless in your bed
Want to hear the awful truth? I really do believe That we dance on pins and needles We dance on pins and needles
And try to keep our balance though we stumble every day We never stop to wonder what got lost along the way You grip my hand too tightly as you feel me letting go My fingers unresponsive like a mitten full of snow Want to hear the awful truth?
I really do believe That love means one thing to you Another thing to me Just the tingle of severed nerves Where feeling used to be We dance on pins and needles We dance on pins and needles
You sit down on my lap without a warning or a word And kiss me like a teenage girlfriend waiting at the curb I taste the desperation in you and it makes me blush To find my thighs desensitized to any youthful rush.