What can I do with my obsession?. With the things I cannot see. Is there madness in my being?. Is it wind that blows the trees?. . Sometimes you're further than the moon.
I'll mimic everything you are to me. The way you walk, the way you talk, the way you breathe. Obsessions, Obsessing... Obsessing, Obsessions. Sing a song, Sing a little song.
Do you hear this, breath it's an obsessive breath. Can you feel this beat? It's an obsessive heart beat. Waiting to be joined with its obsession. . I close my eyes but I can't sleep.
We sit in your room. So dark and strange. With yellow candles. Burning straight. Outside it rains. So silver and bright. A glaring light. Crashed into the sky.
What can I do with my obsession. With the things I cannot see. Is there madness in my being. Is it the wind that moves the trees?. . Sometimes You're further than the moon.
Hey dont you know, wont let you go. Hits you in the heart, hurts you down below. There is no escape, there is no excuse. Spoils all your wishes, extracts all the juice.