In this room there is only you and I.
In this room only desired lust.
In this room you can tell me what you are,
but in this room there is no trust.
In this room I have you at my fingertips,
but in this room you are so out of reach.
In this room we haven't fear of one another,
but in this room true intentions may betray signs of speech.
In this room you'll never know me.
In this room we'll never learn,
but in this room I can't feel what I know is missing,
so in this room I continue to return.
In this room perhaps it's right to wait.
In this room I'm not frowned upon for how I feel.
In this room I see a distant desire,
but in this room it is not real.
In this room I cannot hear your voice.
In this room you do not have a soul.
In this room I cannot know your body.
In this room you never will be whole.
