When souls like ours meet;
There's no need to speak.
Locked lips.
Guns loaded.
The air is thick,
and the tension is growing.
Sweaty palms
and a nervous step;
time edges closer to our ascent.

Will you let me in?
Rampant heart; blood's grown thin.

Words pour out of me;
a flood of emotion.
As I grow weak to this notion;
held captive in the depths of your eyes.

Fingers rush to the trigger,
but I am gun-shy.
Spellbound and confound by the strings you are pulling.

Marionette nightmare.
In my sweetest dreams you set me free,
with the softest caress of your lips.

If Insanity's doing something again and again
expecting different results every time
then lock me up, dear, for I'm afraid that I've been
insane all along, trying to make you mine

but I see now where the mistake was hidden
I've simply been out of my mind