Your Urge

You don't have to deny your urge It doesn't make you bad. On our admission the makeweight lifted Stop dwelling on the past. I think about the three of us, I wonder how we tesselate It would've been much wiser to allow these feelings to abate. Empty words, so free of connotations All dreams come to an end. Codify your utterance, communicate your needs Prepare your vocabulary. My nervous system fails me, my thoughts are becoming fugitive When I'm in your arms, I wonder how much I can give. [Chorus] The weekend is a Godsend The night-time is a lifeline Another useless fumble