Abrasive whispers
Thought it was more than syntax
Held close until you're asked again
I thought it was more than just syntax to you

From your voice to mine
A breath away or
Just a series of straight lines
Traced over your shoulder and down your back
And it starts again

Caged fury from your fingertips
And its all that i can do to
Keep you down, controlled
Like this

Burning in slowdance

If these eyes could tell a story
Yours would be shouting back in time
If your hands really longed for warmth
They wouldn't be held in mine
Not while we're lying here
Lying to everyone near