The stage is set, your nervous gaze tells a tale of apprehension

So maybe I should lead you through the lime

Light to the touch, my hand in yours is a matter of convention

But maybe we could move things forward

The night begins and faces turn to the center of attention

So maybe we should give them what they're here

Four in the morning and you know that you only have to mention

And maybe we could keep this going

I feel the eyes upon my back, I'm an object of obsession

But maybe I don't see it how the rest

Do what you will, I get a kick out of power and suppression

And maybe I pretend to struggle

When we're alone I sometimes fail to get the right impression

But maybe I'm the one to overthink

Then all my problems hit the floor when you're wearing that expression

And simply nothing else besides it

Take my hand and we shall make a stand

Tell me you love me

Hold me tight until you're feeling right

Tell me you now see

Spill your heart and we can make a start

My arm in yours guiding

Whisper things and tell me all your sins

There's nothing worth hiding