Modestly silencing the treasure beneath the elastic palisade
Your body recites a suspicious confidence
That pushes me away

We're making love like it's a sport
And you're winning
Well, the thing is that for me

It's the foreplay that makes me tick
Because standing at the top of a mountain
Leaves me nothing to look forward to

I just have to retrace my steps,
And at the bottom of the hill you've already left
Now i'm reaching for anyone

Because i miss being in love