Prelude Lyrics

Prelude lyrics

let the hands fall to the floor

allow these pupils to see organs

a
telescopic view is almost arousing

no more holiness in denial

the
trojan army is just a farce

reality is two weeks in the waiting

i'm
not sure we're on the same page

habitual weakness stains the past

desire rolls over and waits for spring

i'm not sure we're on the same
page

your eyes are lusting, my hands are tied

your mind
conditioned, my heart has changed

i'm not sure we're on the same page