In Thrall - B! Machine

Laughter

The crowd thins to two

As we enter a taxi

That begins to drive

That careful fear

That welcome touch

Brings desire to lips

Brings us closer to Earth than this

The thought

My thoughts turn to you

The touch

You surface through

Of the dreams and desires

I’ve come to fear

She is the guiding hand

She is always close

To the core of me

I am half awake

And I feed my addiction

With every dose of her

Sun through the window

Speeding by intersection

Of life and light

And the city bend

To an intimate

And forgetful blend

That won’t resolve

That can not end

That will not fall (we walk, we crawl)

We are held in thrall

Of the dreams and desires

I’ve come to fear

She is the guiding hand

She is always close

To the core of me

I am half awake

And I feed my addiction