Under You

I'd like to be slightly less than six feet under you
Can we see eye to eye or am I only see through
Ooh, ooh

I do not peek- I'm not a sneak- but Lord, you wash your hair for hours
I trace letters in the steam that fogs the mirror near your shower
Ooh, ooh

Just yesterday I heard you say, "Lately, I swear it feels I'm
"Never alone, it's like there's someone with me all of the time"
Ooh, ooh

I feel your things, your silver rings, sometimes put them out of place
Just to see the look of doubt and excitement on your face
Is that wrong?

You hook the latch and strike a match, you light a candle and ask
"Can we be introduced? I've seen your messages on the glass
"I know you, I know you

"You are the wind against my skin when the curtains are still
"You are that inexplicable feeling of terror and thrill
"I know you, I know you"

Now in the house, nobody else, just you and me and the dark
And what I think would probably be the increased beat of my heart
Ooh, ooh