كلمات Prelude

Let the hands fall to the floor Allow these pupils to see organs A telescopic view is almost arousing No more holiness in denial The Trojan army is just a force Reality is two weeks in the waiting I'm not sure we're on the same page Habitual weakness stains the past Desire rolls over and waits for spring I'm not sure we're on the same page Your eyes are lusting, my hands are tied Your mind conditioned, my heart has changed I'm not sure we're on the same page