Touch I can touch
Pale, you turn pale
Deadly are my fingers
I guess you can tell
What it is we fear
Passion where is this love it
doesn't take
Talk we can talk
all night in silence
What it is we fear
For reasons of purpose
virtue has not stuck
Trapped in the syntax of
someone else's game
What it is we fear
(instrumental break)
What it is we fear
What it is we fear