Crazy

If it's weird for me to want to hold you tight,
and to feel secure at your side at the dead of night.
To hold hands and kiss like lovers do.
To see old thing things through my eyes as being new.
To feel proud when you walk by my side,
and for you to put a spring back in my stride.
Then just call me mad.

If it's lunacy for you to have a hold on my heart,
and to wrench it away everytime we're apart.
To make my heart miss a beat,
make me feel lighter on my feet.
To think more of you than i do of myself,
and to put my ambitions back up on the shelf.
Then let me be mad!

If it's crazy for me to feel the way that i do.
To have eyes for you and only you.
To think of you in every thought.
When you're not there for me to feel distraught.
For you to infiltrate all of my dreams,
Until the fabric of my life comes away at the seams.
Then i'm glad to be mad!

If it's sensible in life to make yourself numb,
and to others misfortunes just to play dumb.
To lock yourself off and protect your own space.
To arm yourself with cynicism against the human race.
To harden your shell so no one can reach you
and to live your life as one when it's better with two.
Then let the marbles roll!