The lights skate across her cheeks and shine in her eyes
Argued that beauty's red and virtue's white
Yet our ambition makes us still to fight

Her touch that lifts the day from the mundane
My tongue-tied patience with too much disdain
Knowing her look torments me with disdain

She might think me of some benighted youth
My head swears to heart that she is made of truth
So she I lose, likely through my unkind abuse

You trade in your reality for a wing You trade in your sense for an act
You give up your ability to feel, to put on a mask

Away he steals your heart with an open listening ear
Stuffed up with his lust, as minutes fill up into hours
I'm used to your inner indecisiveness that is as wavering as a coward