Can we tell each other what nobody knows?
That we can't seem to feel it but just keep on dancing?
Dance until our limbs no longer work
Just our brains still remain but connections stay glancing
When our eyes lock, I wish they could unblock this tethered sensation
Everything I see is just a figment of my imagination
Like a prism in a dark room
No sense of reality I wonder...
Ooh, can he make me feel
Like I'm not asexual?
Now our hands get busy pulling at the knots
That sit in our stomachs, protecting our insides
Frustration's creeping up behind our eyes
Oh, but the night's just as lovely - can we still be satisfied?
Ooh, can she make me feel
Like I'm not asexual?
Ooh can they make me feel
Like I'm not asexual?