You mumble something cryptic 
And then giggle in your sleep 
A smile so wide I know you can’t be dreaming about me 
The lack of circulation to my arm under your head 
Makes pins and needles dance as I lie helpless in your bed 

Want to hear the awful truth? 
I really do believe 
That we dance on pins and needles 
We dance on pins and needles 

And try to keep our balance though we stumble every day 
We never stop to wonder what got lost along the way 
You grip my hand too tightly as you feel me letting go 
My fingers unresponsive like a mitten full of snow 
Want to hear the awful truth? 

I really do believe 
That love means one thing to you 
Another thing to me 
Just the tingle of severed nerves 
Where feeling used to be 
We dance on pins and needles 
We dance on pins and needles 

You sit down on my lap without a warning or a word 
And kiss me like a teenage girlfriend waiting at the curb 
I taste the desperation in you and it makes me blush 
To find my thighs desensitized to any youthful rush.