Long feeling Trepidation and needing All desires fleeting and hollow in whole Ashes and silt I'm salty from the dust To get you to hold me To see through a bust Maybe I need you akin to a yawn A stretch in the morning or a tool for a new song Lungs and young bodies A stranger's long eyes A false sense of purpose Amongst undiscovered thighs Maybe I need you akin to a yawn A stretch in the morning or a tool for a new song I'm sunken and I'm drunken I'm flighty and I'm mean On the edge of a ledge of a care or a theme ♪ Maybe I need you akin to a yawn A stretch in the morning or a tool for a new song Believe what you may Or project all my thoughts Like a crystal white sheet Draped over your lust