Creeping, throbbing
Saunter from corner to wall
Trying to part the whispers from shouting and calls
This will is itching
This want is making me soar
What is expected, to seem a happy whore
Come on let's kills this
Demands and notions
All this commotion is not worth it
Come one just give this
A second coming
An age is dawning with all smiles and laughter
One foot forward will you be catching my fall
Once i give i know you'll be claiming more
You've had me scratching
You have been talking me soar
What is expected, to carry you in my arms
