Frame of Obsession

In this frame of obsession

In this frame

In this frame

I can feel your heart beating

I can sense your doubt

These lips that sing in secret

The private songs you’re lost without

In this frame of obsession

In this frame

In this frame

I can feel your passion's impulse

I can feel your pure desire

Please mature your heart in earnest

Don’t let your glittering hatred light a fire

Don’t see nostalgia as an illness

A figure from tomorrow’s dream

There’s so much more to this wild and ugly storm

So much more across this unforgiving sea

In this frame of obsession

In this frame

In this frame