I can’t promise not to hold you
When you lay across me like you used to
Though we both agree we’re only talking
We’re in the dark, in the dark, ooh hoo

Well it’s a promise
It’s their fingers on display
When my body’s a statue but my arms are clay
And they just want to wrap around your waist in certain ways
But I can’t and I won’t
It’s just feelings on display
In the dark, in the dark