"Alice" is in
And she's on
I've played her
To fill the room, and you
Should know by now, by looking
What I want and what I'm thinking
When my intent
Turned and left
For the best alone
And by the foot of the bed
In your makeshift room
In my makeshift mind
I want from you what I
I've never asked
And Tom says
"I must be insane to go skating on your name"
And I can feel it through and through, my skin is tight
And I'm sorry in advance
For wanting
For wanting
I'm sorry
But I want you
Your fingertips on my shoulders
I am less than half your size
Oh, the touch of your chin on my forehead
We decide what to do
About the rising problem of the tide
And the pull that only years of denial
Can push aside
But not this time
Oh, not this time
Your fingertips on my shoulders
I am less than half your size
The touch of your chin on my forehead
As we decide what to do
About the rising problem of the tide and the pull
That takes years of practice to deny
But not this time
And in the end
A kiss will undo
Everything