In a Romantic Fashion I will Experiment my Fear...

Saturday, November 18, 2006

Secretly Out of Habit...

Out of habit.
I smile at you.
You smile right back through.
I know it's wrong.
But we've waited so long.
I linger at the door.
Waiting for you.
I'm out on a limb.
Go on and take this hand.

And we danced.
With every strike of the chorus.
This artificial romance.
Begins to lure us.
With every beat that draws us near.
We take a step back in this fear.

You begin to eye my every step.
This montage of a moon-lit scene.
You take away my breath.
As I'm led to this false infallible scene.

And we danced.
With every strike of the chorus.
This artificial romance.
Begins to lure us.
With every dip that I take.
Another inevitable move you make.

Somehow this is inescapable.
We can't alter the unexplainable.
Secret gestures made my way.
Open-eyed ones thrown on back.

We meet in chances that we'll dance.
& continue in this artificial romance.
Cuz we can't fight it.
Can't deny it.
But somehow live by it.

& out of habit we smile.