Knock

On a streetcar in tacoma, on a Sunday in July

You’re kicking off your sandals, as you stare up at the sky

I look at you and fumble, for the perfect thing to say

But my nerves get in the way

I've cherished you for ages, but my words were locked in cages

So afraid that you just saw me as a friend

Now I want to set them free, my fingers clenching to the key

But I am frozen once again

Oh the mystery

I'm so afraid of what could be

If a door is closed, should I suppose it's locked?

Or should I suck it up and knock?

You look at me with patient eyes, and flash a little smile

My heart is jumping from my chest, and filling up the aisle

I've done the calculations, and I've studied all the signs

And I've read between the lines

But what if I'm mistaken, what if all of that was taken

Out of context, and I blow it all apart

Would I baffle and confuse you, would I break it all and lose you

At the end before we ever got to start?

Oh the mystery

I'm so afraid of what could be

If a door is closed, should I suppose it's locked?

Or should I suck it up and knock?

So many summers, in a time so long ago

We were kids and nothing mattered in the sunshine on the coast

I never would have planned it, but the feeling still expanded into more

Than just a friend that I adore

Oh, the mystery

So afraid of what could be

If a door is closed, should I suppose it's locked?

Or should I suck it up and knock

So afraid that you will walk

But for my conscience's sake, I have to take a shot

I'm gonna suck it up and