Right before I close my eyes
The only thing that's on my mind
Been dreaming that you feel it, too
I wonder what it's like to be loved by you, yeah
I wonder what it's like
I wonder what it's like to be loved by

I wonder why I'm so afraid
Of saying something wrong and never said I was a saint
I wonder, when I cry into my hands
I'm conditioned to feel like it makes me less of a man