The highway marker points us to the end
The fever of desire arrives again
Her silhouette draws circles in the sand
The rhythm of our love in favor, all we need is oxygen
The table is set to feast under candlelight, but the flame is running dry
I can see it in your eyes, the flicker of hazel in the night
The room is growing smaller by the day
We're inching ever further separate ways
Her silhouette is pacing through the hall
The wilderness is calling for us. Take a leave before we fall
The table is set to feast under candlelight, but the flame is running dry
I can see it in your eyes, the flicker of hazel in the night
Our restless hands mold the plans, but cannot guarantee
Our piece of mind, obstructed by the walls we beg to leave
There is no distance, an illusion of what couldn't be
The time is now. We'll let the wind direct us to our fantasies
The table is set to feast under candlelight, but the flame is running dry
I can see it in your eyes, the flicker of hazel in the night