i was watching someone from a window you were still undressing in the hall someone threw my shadow on the staircase these days nothing worries me at all i must pay attention to the haunting in my head this is not the time for self control i still hear the echoes of the words i never said this is not the time for self control you were holding on to your position i was holding on to your surprise lucky that we wore protective clothing could this be a blessing in disguise i must pay attention to the haunting in my head this is not the time for self control i still hear the echoes of the words i never said this is not the time for self control i was moving through your hair with kisses you were breathing air into my spine someone flew a jet plane past my window judge this moment by a trial of time every night i dream of new disasters women walking naked through my head is this one more symptom of my passion strange how passion fills an empty bed i must pay attention to my head 