Thin Layer

Through a thin layer of rubber and a thick rusted armor of drunken lust
I think when our clothes were on we had a different image of what this was supposed to be

Here's what I intended and here is the truth

The soundtrack to our meeting fills the awkward spaces between our strained breathing
And the only thing between, between the two of us is your blood and our sweat

Here's what I intended and here is the truth

I'll disguise this whining with melody and I hope that it leaves, leaves you intrigued
And I hope you feel, you feel what I did at the time that this was conceived
The silence is pleasing between our breathing
Now it's over with

This is not what I intended