Gotta cross these night sky lights.
Down through the doorway, where I could lose a life.
The mess, obsessed, immersed in the lewd perfume.
Feel some woman in the room.
Maybe somewhere in the room.
See, watching where you feel, the way you walked back down.
Not about turning heads.
Pretending not to know what its all about.
But its about how you move me.
And how Id like to make you feel.
(but in your mind charades? )
Know what I am, know what I am.
Alone, afraid, living fast as I can.
No one will save me if I cannot save myself.
Its in my mind sometimes at night.
And I wait, for daylight, for you.
Eye to eye, the feeling rushes inside.
Eyes go wide they look away, already feel whats left to say.
Is it great to you?
Does the desperation show?
Its in my mind sometimes at night when Im waiting for the daylight.
But nothing is said.
My mind is wound too tight.
Strangers been talking, pretending to know me.
Do you believe every lie they say?
(ha ha ha)
Like I think all these women really want me.
And all these people - theyre running around.
Ripping it up and tearing it down.
Its about how you move me, and how Id like to make you feel.
Its in my mind sometimes at night while I wait for the daylight.
And Im waiting eye to eye
