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 waiting

I'm not sure

If we're on the same page

Habitual weakness stains the past

Desire rolls over and waits for spring

I'm not sure

If 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

If we're on the same page