1, 2, 3, 4      here   the future is ever so near   why should we all be alone   every night on the way home   this time   we should be starting again   get up and count to ten   see if you come out ahead   pretending we know what is there   you know   it can be better than that   why wait untill tomorrow morning   yearning to be you is what hurts most   close your eyes and hold your terror close   don't fear   i hear you come in loud and clear   carried you 'till it got dark   then we can run through the park   you're right   strangers are easy to like   thunder and lighting strike   maybe if we look at the map   everything done is a wrap   just please   give me a chance to say no   why wait until tomorrow morning   yearning to be you is what hurts most   close your eyes and hold your terror close