Tekster: Chaplan. A Silent Movie For M. Monroe.

Eyes shot darts across the room, for cement filled feet holding to the ground.
A fight in red sheets. The air grows heavy to the sound of our

The rhythm of our breathe cant stop the beating of our hearts tonight.
Id fall to the floor.

For hours were laughing with a smile.
Can we please take this one more night?
Deeply breathing, holding tighter, its so far away.

You got the style I need tonight.
So close the window shades and lock the doors.
Ill be the bed sheet creep, trying to make you scream.
But youre the silent type