I know you can hear me
But that's not quite the point now? Is it?
You see, it's the visual stimulation that we're after
And that is what we agreed upon
And I know I know I know
That this will be the last time
The last time the optic nerves can transmit these distinct images to the brain
But god only know what I wouldn't give to have one more time
One more chance that I could be staring
Or viewing
Or watching you
Wake up the morning
Open your eyes
Skin pulls tight the flesh that resides
All that I seek and all that I do
Everything inside it leads me to you
Watching you
Sunlight peeks between the blinds
Exposing the truth inside
Privately I wait and I wait
Praying the feeling subsides
Nothing is sacred
Nothing is true
Nothing is holy
Still leads me to you
We cannot save the things we lack
I was hoping that just one more time I could be
Watching you
Features of a virtuous screen
Beauty lies only inside
A vision of perfection only is seen
Right where innocence died
Nothing is sacred
Nothing is true
Nothing is holy
Still leads me to you