The Feeling

Needing this feeling just to move you
Sets my soul in tune
And sleeping in until the afternoon
Sets our souls in tune
But knowing for sure that it will kill me soon
Sets your soul to a separate tune
Needing this feeling just to move you
Sets my soul in tune

Now listening close to the heap in your chest
And thinking of you in that black and white dress
This drug slowly eats, my heart, away
But keeps my soul in tune for just another day

Needing this just to move you
Sets my soul in tune
Spending everyday, at your house, in your room
Sets our souls in tune
But knowing for sure that I will be dead soon
Sets your soul to a separate tune
Needing this feeling just to move you
Puts my heart in an certain doom

Now listening close to the beat through your chest
And picturing you in that gray stripped vest
This drug slowly eats a hole through my heart
Now me and you God we aren't far apart