Under Your Wheels

Your white eyes, they never judge me, they just fix upon

a place that's far

away, deep inside you, and I wonder will I ever have the

chance to walk there

too? But you're tongue-tied, you always have been. Our

conversations, they

have been far too few. No going back now, at least we

have the time now to

explore what's happening deep down inside you, what's

going on here inside me

too. We're not dock-tied, we're individuals, and angel,

all I asked was "set me

free". But not this free.