Some people use words, gasps of air
Some use flesh, objects of desire seeking power
Either way, from either side, the desire is the same:

Love, whatever that means, whatever it brings, I'll do what I can, to find it
Some follow, others seek
Are we what we feel or what we think?

What can I do to touch you?
When we are only red lights in a grey haze
And I can hardly see you

Why when I close my eyes
I feel your body
Why do I put so much faith in someone I hardly know?
Is it my need to hope?

What do I seek in you?
What's at the core of me
Do I really long for autonomy?

Do I want to be the object of your fantasies
Or are you my dream
Or my icon, so reduced
Or my innocence, so long dismissed?
Love, whatever that means, whatever that brings, I'll do what I can, to find it
Some follow, other seek
You are what you feel

What's at the core of me: do I really seek autonomy?
Or are you a center of power
Or are you who I want to be?