One for the Shareholder

A dance, a bid, a matinee
It's a faint, a brief, affinity
It's a touch when it shouldn't be
But it's alright
And it's a step but you're too quick to fall
Now a crash but it's just physical
Not point 'cept it's natural
And it's alright

There's no burden that will agonize you
No worry that will weigh you down
Not the memories that hypnotize you
You won't turn around
You can't love me

A regret that's undetectable
It's a shy display, non-emotional
It's a siren, barely audible
But it's alright
And it's an angle of a paradigm
It's a cold box of cheap red wine
It's the thought that gets lost in time
But it's alright

There's no burden that will agonize you
No worry that will weigh you down
Not the memories that hypnotize you
You won't turn around
You can't love me

It's a shade of what could not be
It's a shade of what could not be
It's a shade of what could not be
A shade a shade

There's no burden that will agonize you
No worry that will weigh you down
Not the memories that hypnotize you
You won't turn around

There's no burden that will agonize you
No worry that will weigh you down
Not the memories that hypnotize you
You won't turn around
You can't love me…