Tangled Heartstrings

We sit on the edge of the porch swing

You're looking out at the yard

And I want to ask what we're doing

But finding the phrasing is hard

Are we standing on the borderline?

Are we stepping into something new?

'Cause I'm drawing lines with your hand in mine

Not knowing what I am

to you

(hmm-mmm) The tea on the table is cooling

The silence is heavier now

I'm scared of the words that could break this

But hiding the truth's a heavy brow

Are we standing on the borderline?

Are we stepping into something new?

'Cause I'm drawing lines with your hand in mine

Not knowing what I am

to you (ooh-ooh)

One step back, or one step near The sweetest hope,

the sharpest fear (ahhh)

Just a hand in mine

On the borderline... (hmmmm)