Over it, I am under it
With feline mannerism I decide before I try
Oh, and the radiant heated porcelain tiles
against the fragile skin
A reflection in the chrome valve
reminds me what I'm not
There will be no self-excavation
It just don't trigger enough
I'd rather venture into the danger
And I can feel your warm and unconditional love
when you ran your fingertips down my spine
and I know I should be going
Over it, I am under it
With feline mannerism I decide before I try
Oh, and I'm the unleashed and convenient kind
to be dragged down alongside almost anyone
And I could feel your warm and unconditional love
when you ran your fingertips down my spine
And it's not for lack of trying,
it's in the order that we're dealt
There's nothing I wouldn't deprive myself of
If it meant you'd go unharmed
There will be no self-excavation
It just don't trigger enough
I'd rather venture into the danger
Where I could feel your warm and unconditional love
when you ran your fingertips down my spine