Am I really your brother? I'd rather be a lover.
Am I just a friend? Is a lover a friend?

All year long we wrote in fashion, my words full of passion.
Your answers patient and bland, and my tears full of sand.

Other girls who came before me,
showed their beauty and wisdom free.
But your were on my mind, and I had to be kind.

Now here I am so close to you, wanting to get there to you.
Can these lips touching yours, say more than these words?

Am I really your brother? I'd rather be your lover.
Am I just a friend? Is a lover a fiend?