slow

How could you take me to your garden
I see the fruit; you know I'm starving
Yet you've transformed into a serpent
Tempting with promises uncertain

One taste
Can I have it
No chase
Become my habit
But you have to admit when you just don't feel it

So I
Tell you that it's fine
Not really a lie
Wishing you were mine
But oh
I'll go with the flow
Guess I'll take it slow
Slow

Maybe in some holy dimension
Your face won't give me hypertension
Worship my disbelief's suspension
And pray brown eyes meet blue's attention

So I
Tell myself it's fine
It's mostly a lie
Wishing you were mine
But oh
I'll go with the flow
Guess I'll take it slow
Slow

I'm living for the lie
I'll dream as if you're mine
This play pretending's fine
But when I open my eyes...

So I
Tell myself it's fine
'til it's not a lie
Wishing you were mine, mine, mine, mine
Ooh
I'll go with the flow
I can take it slow
Slow