I want to be nice to you, but I don't know what you want.
I want to talk to you, but I don't know what you like to hear.
I want to express myself, but I don't know how you like it.
And the best romance,
Probably so tender and uneasy deep inside.
Little thoughts that come back a thousand times,
and a little panic at a loss,
They are all clues of loving you.