On attraction and lust;
on hard rock and steel,
it bring us together,
and emits how we feel.
I am standing under storms
filled with warped, yet wonted forms,
and in my troubled state, I see
the man that I would dare to be.
I am trapped under a ceiling
giving me a hopeless feeling.
Every time I try to pass,
I end up trapped behind the glass.
To be a dream. To be a dream;
to be as simple as it seems.
To be so simple, yet complex.
You're that which makes me so perplexed.
Oh, how I wish that I could be
the one to kiss the lips of thee.
For thine lips are precious things
worth more than gold or diamond rings.