I Think You Found It First they said touch was so dangerous— Then they said, “Hush, child, don’t make a fuss!” Later you learned that it meant so much; Now you’re leaning on your fear like a broken crutch— Lonely and limping past love’s lost door— Wondering what you’re looking for... Chorus: I think you found it—Though you’re just not sure. I think you’ve found it—Believe me love is the cure. I think you’ve found it— I think you’ve found it. I think you found it—But you’re just not sure. I think you’ve found it—A love that’s simple and pure. I think you’ve found it— I think you’ve found it. Stories paint a picture of a dream serene— Man and a woman in a fairy tale scene— Now every smile seems like another scheme. You want some kind of saviour and something to redeem. Battered and bruised but with your dreams intact— Like a penny smashed flat on a railroad track— You’re looking for something that won’t hit back... Repeat Chorus ©1989 Tim McMullen All Rights Reserved
