Creeping, throbbing

Saunter from corner to wall

Trying to part the whispers from shouting and callsThis will is itching

This want is making me soar

What is expected, to seem a happy whore

Come on let′s kills this

Demands and notions

All this commotion is not worth it

Come one just give this

A second coming

An age is dawning with all smiles and laughter

One foot forward will you be catching my fall

Once i give i know you'll be claiming more

You′ve had me scratching

You have been talking me soar

What is expected, to carry you in my arms