I want to be inside your head
and strip you naked from inside.
I want to wake up in your bed
and have your soul love me instead.
You run away, each night I cried,
thinking, if your lover died,
blood running red to paint the floor,
would you change the view you wore?
Would you be mine if he were gone?
I'll move you like a chess game's pawn.
To see your face each rising dawn,
I'll think of opening sin's sweet door.