Her

Her mind isn't like mine But desire is insistent Her mouth seems to speak Without saying anything and I converse Shes here like an angel and they can't touch her She keeps it all aside to think Rug burnt hands and knees it's simple I'm taking up the ground we keep I could be saying far too much but now I'm Past the point of keeping up I breathe it in and she breathes it out Far too enamored to be content now I'm trying to make it easy I'll come knocking at your door If I don't take a backseat I won't be left alone and bored Walk on in your gilded shoes And leave them wanting more And her shoes make sound on the floor but She's so hard to find You hear her coming from miles away but She's like a ghost in your hallway So save the dramatics and spend the objectivity One moment and I'll be back down I'll surrender to gravity I'm trying to make it easy I'll come knocking at your door If I don't take a backseat I won't be left alone and bored Walk on in your gilded shoes And leave them wanting more I'm trying to make it easy I'm trying to make it easy And leave them wanting more