There's always this struggle
To find my tongue
This silence mistaken
For consent by everyone
And there's always this aching
And there's always this need
Every road I'll be taking
Cursed by fallen trees

When can I be me she asks
When can I be me ?
This whole world takes my hand
Brings me down to its level
And demands who I should be
Who I should be

Your kisses blind me
I drown in your sin
It will be six years before
I see the box I'm in
Then the rules of engagement
Will be forgotten in the war
I see this relationship
As it sinks beneath the floor

I'm underneath you
Two distant eyes
My fire suffocated
My desire compromised
So far underneath you
Dead in your arms
You still hear me breathing
My instinctive charms
But when can I be me?