It's you and me.
This deviant dream.
Escape reality.
Slip through the seams.
Soft warm air.
Mood that you wear.
Stripped of conscience,
all on a dare.
The loudest whispers
drift through the walls,
begging the outside:
stay in the halls.
Only the moment
knows what's right.
To hell with the days,
I want tonight.
How could I want you more?
How could I need you more?
How could I love you more?
How could I?
It's you and me.
A muffled scream.
Perfect tension we barely believe.
Strobing light.
Infectious eyes.
Perception advises bigger lies.
How could I want you more?
How could I need you more?
How could I love you more?
How could I?