After hours, no room for less
Used up, who gave you these senses?
I watch carefully to see how you land
I'm inside the breathing right where you dig your heels
How bad do you want it?
Would you let me own it?
Sit down on the floor
I don't want your words
Look at me like a dream; collective fantasy
Easy in infamy, my tribute to your touch
I remember it well
No gestures wasted
How bad do you want it?
Would you let me own it?
