Yours by Blues Traveler

Music & lyrics: john popper

You, with your hand outstretched
Finger on the key
This lock that you release
Is opening but isn't free
And i hope that you can see
How it beats inside of me
Instead of pushing fear aside
I want to run i want to hide
I am vulnerably yours

She, who is wanting me
Whose touch can make me cry
I can only understand
By never asking her why
Hear the contradictions fly
And as hard as i may try
Every truth becomes a lie
In the ache of her reply
I am passionately...

Yours
And the saddest eyes are
Yours
And the softest skin is
Yours
And the hope i borrow is
Yours
So won't you let me in i'm yours
All that i begin is yours
Every prize i win is yours
At your feet again i'm yours
All i am is yours

All i am is wanting you
I've fallen down and i can't seem to come to
If i should die before i wake
I commend my soul into this ache
Up above the world so high
Where the water tends to meet the sky
She's all i'm after by the toe
And i won't let go...
And i wanted you to know
That if you reap what you would sew
I would take it blow by blow
All i am is...

Yours
And the saddest eyes are
Yours
And the softest skin is
Yours
And the hope i borrow is
Yours
So won't you let me in i'm yours
All that i begin is yours
Every prize i win is yours
At your feet again i'm yours
All i am is yours
Yours