All that I can smell is your perfume On a coat hanging behind the door Stimulating senses I can't touch for fear I want more More of the same in large amounts Looking through a camera lens The eye of a machine Is more honest than mine
Time is on your side To take time is not a cry In the words of a simple man To be one of a special kind
x3 You can't be mine
Or be touched again
Let me take a picture of you Let me close my eyes for a time All that I can smell is your perfume And it gets me quite uneasy
As empty words fall On an empty facade There empty words are falling You could almost be a mannequin You could almost be
Time is on your side To take time is not a cry In the words of a simple man To be one of a special kind