VIRB

..Senses

Turn the lights off.
As our eyes adjust,
I'm focused on you.
On every subtle movement.
Every faltered breath.
Every staggered heartbeat.
Say "this won't mean a thing."
and close your eyes.
You taste like lies.
But my senses get dull in the dark.
And I don't hear a word working against my courage.
And nothing feels wrong about this.
At least not now when the lights are out.

When the sun comes up
I throw on that charm that makes you believe
you're safer with me.
And you think that I could be different.
Oh, how I would love to believe it.

But my senses get dull in the dark
and I don't hear a word
working against my courage.
And nothing feels wrong about this.
At least not now when the lights are out.

You thought that I was different.
I would love to believe it.
You thought that I was different.
Oh, how I would love to believe in it.

You thought that I was different.
I would love to believe in it.
You thought that I was different.
I would love to believe in it.

You thought that I was different.
But the lights were on.