A.C.B.I.

Cigarette pack on the counter, Our secret encounters, My head on your chest, We both don't seem to protest Early cold mornings, All the unsaid longings, Been a long time coming, Saying that you were the one Who knew me best And I won't deny, the way your hands felt In the darkness of the night, Quarter past ten, Look me in the eyes, And tell me this isn't what you truly wanted Climb up cheviot hill, Like a desperate one, Wanting too see the beauty, Of what was too come, Some type of air hunger, That lingers within you, can I just keep you forever? Before the world comes for us, Right before we both run, From whatever it was that was coming ( coming , coming coming ) We'll try to keep it under the surface, Across the rooms with people talking, Your stare that can start riots, It wasn't just subtle glances And I won't deny, The way your hands felt In the darkness of the night, And maybe this time you'll look me in the eyes, And tell me this was what you truly wanted Climb up cheviot hill, Like a desperate one, Wanting too see the beauty, Of what was too come, Some type of air hunger, That lingers within you, Can I just keep you forever? Before the world comes for us, Right before we both run, From whatever it was that was coming ( coming , coming coming ) Ohhhhh Ohhhhh Ohhhhh Coming after me, coming into me ( OOOH OOOH OHH )