Mans's Environment Powertrip

In order to press stop
you have to let it play for a second
Clap your hands over your ears
Shake the image-
Clear your head
Determined not to let me invade the only private place you have left
I stumble a little and stoop to examine the dents in your alibi
(Let me sink my face into your sweater,
I need a drag of the way you smell)
Anything any dirtier than this would turn our fingers black
We shut our eyes and hold our breath and hope that nobody saw us leave
Because this is the part where you're bound to forget me and
I've got your only reason to stay in the pocket of my jeans
Let yourself go, let yourself go, let yourself go.
Body limp against the locked door
I want your lips all to myself for five minutes
So I can scar you with all the subtleties I want to say
I'm going to wash my face and let this song play and
Watch you from the shadows
Willing you to follow the trail of bread-crumbs that leads up the stairs
Past the window that overlooks the road ahead (your escape route)
And disappears into this room
Because something tells me once I trapped you between my trembling hands I could convince you to stick around for more
I lean against you and listen to the song playing in your head
Drum-solo pounding through my ribcage
Into my heart
Music making me tingle and your eyes aren't blinking
But I can guess what you're thinking by the lyrics that spill from your temples in waves
In order to press stop
you have to let it play for a second
I'll let you know when I'm ready and we can
Let the silence
Really last