Tango

I know that wheels are turning 

behind those gentle eyes, 

and I think a fire's burning 

behind that cool disguise. 

I know what they've been saying, 

'cause I know what they see, 

but the only people playing 

this game are you and me. 

I don't know if you're frightened, 

or if you want me here. 

Your burden could be lightened 

if you would let me near. 

And I feel my heart beating 

faster when you come 'round,

but I see you retreating 

back to neutral ground. 

We can't tango forever, 

so tell me how it ends. 

A hand, a heart, a lover? 

Or maybe a just friend.