Thin Layer

Through a thin layer of rubber

and a thick rusted armour of drunken lust

I think when our clothes were on

We had a different image of what this was supposed to be

Here's what I intended

Here is the truth

So here's what I intended

Here is the truth

The soundtrack to our meeting

Fills the awkward spaces between our strained breathing

And now the only thing between

Between the two of us

Is your blood and our sweat

So here's what I intended

Here is the truth

And here's what I intended

Here is the truth (the truth, the truth)

Here is truth

Here is the truth

Here is..

I'll disguise this whining with melody

I hope that it leaves, leaves you intrigued

I hope you feel, you feel what i did at the time that this was..

Well the silence is pleasing

Between our breathing

Now its over with

This is not what I intended