The puzzled faces you behold
Why so afraid to just let me go
Your habit of manipulation is a problem


The temptations are promising
But your natural look is quite late, Mistress


It's more than the eye can just see
Don't tell me you must feel jealousy

The figurations you leave behind are
Colder than your lips at night


The temptations are promising
But your natural look is quite late, Mistress


You better hold on cause the sea has no depth
I can feel your sensations anchor away