If patience/repression is a virtue, not a half-truth Then I'm a virtuoso in this oh so complicated Spilling and refilling understanding and demanding When following your tongue around could be so pleasing
And I'm searching for a kiss that won't suffocate
The grass is always isn't it always Underfoot not understood And beauty isn't always in The eye of the holder So you can't try to define What you cannot own or hold Or pass from mouth to mouth Without sucking it in
And I'm searching for a kiss that won't suffocate
This flavor arranges Fool fears with multiple doubts No wonder subsiding I'm spinning undiluted