Awol

I don't know if it's your eyes meeting mine anymore A premature deflection or a predatory action unsure Cos you think no-one knows what you're about to do But nobody's talking while I'm picturing you And I could sneak off to the inside lock room There's plenty of things that I'd like to resume as well Prefer an old school time Than endless shifting pieces from the screens that we hide behind I can't see for your outline popping up in my scope It may as well be a silhouette and that's not giving me hope Managed so long to preserve anonymity But it gets so much tougher in proximity So cut the bullshit and we'll just do what I Hinted at few lines ago and then we'll defy Anything we denied that we implied with our eyes Cos you think no-one knows what you're about to say Well I rehearsed it in my head just yesterday But you think about it and I know it's on your mind all the time So come inside, look, you know that I make it mine