The creaking of the floorboards
The mattress off the bed
The cracks in the ceiling it's all hanging by a thread
The smell of bonfire as you pull me in
Controlling of our breathing touch me from within
I can't tell if it's me that you want
And I can't tell If it's you that I need
The bruises on my body developed overnight
Act as timid reminders before my memory rewrites
Hypnotising, enticing, inviting a language shared through the eyes
Surviving, uneven timing it's not only you and I tonight
I can't tell if it's me that you want
And I can't tell If it's you that I need you