On the platform you are waiting
Your arms are bent
There's a warning in your eyes
And the coldness waits for me there
As I hurry past the railings
You brush your dress
And with the morning in your eyes
And that look of hungriness
And who knows what we've begun?
We are thrown together
From the moment we are young
The fur and the feathers
The fox and the gaze
The thrill of the chase
It's the thrill of the chase
And I know that there's a meaning
Beyond the flesh
Will I find some different feeling
In the grip of your caress?
On the platform you are waiting
And my breathing stops
I'm so scared of touching you
But I'm scared too much
And who knows what we've begun?
We are thrown together
And who knows what we'll become?
The fur and the feathers
The fox and the gaze
The thrill of the chase, the thrill of the chase
And who knows what we'll become?
As we break away
From the moment we are young
The fur and the feathers
The fox and the gaze
The thrill of the chase, the thrill of the chase