Her

Her mind isn't like mine
But desire is insistent
Her mouth seems to speak
Without saying anything and I converse

Shes here like an angel and they can't touch her
She keeps it all aside to think
Rug burnt hands and knees it's simple
I'm taking up the ground we keep

I could be saying far too much but now I'm
Past the point of keeping up
I breathe it in and she breathes it out
Far too enamored to be content now

I'm trying to make it easy
I'll come knocking at your door
If I don't take a backseat
I won't be left alone and bored
Walk on in your gilded shoes
And leave them wanting more

And her shoes make sound on the floor but
She's so hard to find
You hear her coming from miles away but
She's like a ghost in your hallway

So save the dramatics and spend the objectivity
One moment and I'll be back down
I'll surrender to gravity

I'm trying to make it easy
I'll come knocking at your door
If I don't take a backseat
I won't be left alone and bored
Walk on in your gilded shoes
And leave them wanting more

I'm trying to make it easy
I'm trying to make it easy
And leave them wanting more