Imagine a 23 year old man sitting in an empty room struggling about his choice to live a celibate life. If you were in that situation you would have written this song too.
When you articulate a lack of physical intamacy through music this is what you get...
So, you come you call on me,
you make me feel just like a God....
come and save my soul,
I'm falling harder.
So you, now, don't lie to me and
make me change my mind,
cause everytime I think I've got you down you trip me up.
You whisper so loud you make me come around.
40 years old,
and still I'm dreaming of your lips.
But 23 is old enough to know that they will never kiss,
you've got me twisted.
So you, now, don't lie to me and
make me change my mind,
cause everytime I think I've got you down you trip me up.
You whisper so loud you make me come around.
And in my room I dream of your legs, they make me want to never see the...
light of day that streams through my shades and blinds my view before I write to...
those I love who keep me stable and ease my urge to tear right through these wall that never can be seen they fall, they fall, they fall...
Down, you'll never get back up,
at least that's what they preach...
the will of God in you,
I'm hellbound faster.
So you, now, don't lie to me and
make me change my mind,
cause everytime I think I've got you down you trip me up.
You whisper so loud you make me come around.