Navy blue eyelines cross a navy blue set A temporary slip of the push-pinned memory hypochondriac But I am the p**nography that makes you breathe That makes you feel Feel alive and shudder to think What it's like, oh what's it like And I can't even tell where your fingers end and mine do begin For I can't But this could be the kiss that all others yet to come in life Will be judged by I apologize for that strap slipped right down your shoulder baby I apologize because I tried my best I tried my best But I am the p**nography that lets you believe That lets you taste Taste the life and shudder to think What it's like, oh what's it like And I can't even tell where your fingers end and mine do begin For I can't But this could be the kiss that all others yet to come in life Will be judged by Wait don't you die for me Just go This is a world that I feel I frustrated with my soul Let us define, let us define This is a world that I feel I frustrated with my hope But I won't give in Allow me to run my fingers gently up your spine Across your shoulders, down to your clavicles As we are breathing as one together The movement starts here