AWOL - The Fifths

I don’t know if it’s your eyes meeting mine anymore

A premature deflection or a predatory action unsure

Cos you think no-one knows what you’re about to do

But nobody’s talking while I’m picturing you

And I could sneak off to the inside lock room

There’s plenty of things that I’d like to resume as well

Prefer an old school time

Than endless shifting pieces from the screens that we hide behind

I can’t see for your outline popping up in my scope

It may as well be a silhouette and that’s not giving me hope

Managed so long to preserve anonymity

But it gets so much tougher in proximity

So cut the bullshit and we’ll just do what I

Hinted at few lines ago and then we’ll defy

Anything we denied that we implied with our eyes

Cos you think no-one knows what you’re about to say

Well I rehearsed it in my head just yesterday

But you think about it and I know it’s on your mind all the time

So come inside, look, you know that I make it mine