Breathe - Provision

I’m now involved in all your wildest obsessions

My tears are drying, I see faith in your eyes

You’re giving in to all the fears of deception

We always push away the thoughts we despise

What is it though?

Is It physical?

Always sensual.

Like a ritual

Is this all I’m left with?

You’re the bed I sleep in

When you’re not here anymore

You’re the air I breathe in

Come take a chance and we’ll be gone in a second

Don’t bother crying now, cause I’ll never leave!

Now you’re forgetting all the past recollections

Body and soul is what it takes to believe

What is it though?

Is it sexual?

Intellectual?

Like a ritual