You are across the table from me

Your face lit up by candlelight

And you offer me your open paw,

I take your hand it feels right

Then I tell some dumb joke

And you smile wide

I can’t help but think it’s the one you keep

For when you're just being polite

And are we getting below the surface?

Or are we just moving in the night?

Or am I holding out for just a little more than I have a right to?

Just show me your ugly heart

I’m not afraid of who you are

I’m not afraid of your face when you’ve been crying

Just show me your tired soul

‘Cause I’m not afraid to know

I’m not afraid of who you might be

I’m only afraid of what you’re not telling me

Now I’ve made the mistake before,

Confusing kindness for love

But if i could live inside your palm--

Well, would that be enough?

Now are we getting below the surface?

Or are we just sweating in the night?