In and out without a word,
Listening hard
but still not a single word.

Silent steps and nothing more
loving you every way possible
but still have to break down to the core.

Making love is so original,
it's like playing reruns
on an $80 digital.

I love you til death do us part,
but your love is like
it's unwilling to start

Everything just isn't,
you whisper as you say my name,
I hate to say it
but my mind it just hit
and going in circles is sending
me in a bliss.
Reruns and replays
pauses and delays
it's like you don't listen
as good as dead
I mean you're not the same
man waking up in our bed.
Loving you is a piece of toast
...... Since it's as if I'm Loving A Ghost