I'd like to say it's guilt that's eating me alive
But it's desire.
It's desire of every part of you.

I want your eyes to be mine.
The window to your soul
Let me clean them until they shine
Your eyes in mine
Your eyes in mine.
I don't like it when you squint,
(Actually, that's a lie)
I just want to see you
But sometimes direct contact
Is too much to handle.

Your heart that beats
To it's own darling drum
Let my heart match the tempo
Or we could make our own.

Back to your eyes,
The window to your soul
When your eyes are in mine,
Darling we know.
It's like a portal
Or a tunnel of sorts,
Your eyes in mine,
Time they contort.
Time they contort,
And our visage too,
When your eyes are in mine
All that matters is you.

Every single part,
Every last detail
Of the person you are,
And the story you hold.
Let's write it together
We could fill shelves
with books and books
of love never told.