Emma Shapplin

Nothing...
Nothing wrong,
I guess I like foolish
Situations

Nothing...
No, nothing wrong,
I just want to let it go
No direction...

Feeling...
Swaying slow
Just before giving up for real
I want to know

What if you touch me
I think I'll slide into your mind
What if you hold me
I think I'll infuse in your sighs
Don't you refrain for me
Ah…
What if you touch me...
I aim' you

Nothing…
No, nothing wrong,
I guess I like foolish
Situations

Sustain...
Contain the fall
Of words denying senses
Being plain, plainly a fool

Playing...
Acting rules
Just "not the way it should"
Reverse our codes

What if you touch me
I think I'll slide into your mind
What if you hold me

I think I'll infuse in your sighs
Don't you refrain for me
Ah...
What if you touch me...
I scare you

What if you touch me
I think I'll slide into your mind...