in my eyes well your gaze always ends up there there s a touch of the insincere but you can always tell i m lying fighting words well nobody is keeping score but we re winning a cold cold war and i feel so cowardly and now i love you love you only slightly less than i loved you loved you and it s hard to confess but my nearly love is not real enough to be the one to be the one in your touch well your body can move in close but my heart is alone some ghost i d never feel you anyway and now i love you love you only slightly less than i loved you loved you and it s hard to confess but my nearly love is not real enough to be the one to be the one and now i love you love you only slightly less than i loved you loved you and my heart s in a mess because my nearly love is not real enough to be the one to be the one i love you love you only slightly less than i loved you loved you and it s hard to confess but my nearly love is not real enough to be the one to be the one and now i love you love you only slightly less than i loved you loved you and my heart s in a mess because my nearly love is not real enough to be the one to be the one