Will we ever touch and hold hands,
Will we ever walk in the sand. . . .
Will we ever walk along the beach,
So we can have memories for us to reach.
Will we always be in a huddle
So we can never kiss and cuddle.
Will we ever dance in the moonlight,
Or even make love during the night.
Will we always be this way,
Where we never speak what we feel, or not know what to say. . . . . .
