Don’t slip into slumber while I dream of walking away
and stay to keep me still and sated.
I have need.
I need sweet and soft, never to sleep alone.
You never give me what I need.
I never give you want you want.
It’s a twisted point between us
and I don’t know have to shift us back on the straight and narrow point of our love.
So I sleep and weep into your sin
and you sleep and sigh into my skin.
It’s all pretence. It’s all pretence.
We won’t stop.