your scent
it's on the ground
no matter how i fight it, my instinct hunts you down

your words
are so profound
and my appetite's enticed by every single syllable you sound
as my instinct hunts you down

you roam
and you breathe
the midnight air - the spider's we
the dust blows thru the trees

you roam
and you breathe
the midnight air - this tangled we
the fear blows thru the trees

i grope the air
my fingers clutch
your instinct to run is overcome in need of touch