Gregory - Unthinkable Lyrics

(The sunset in my rear view mirror is beautiful, but
Nothing compared to what else I have to leave behind...)
Malachi

SHE MAKES ME NERVOUS
It's the things that she does
Cold calculation - her equivalent of love
She makes me nervous
A heartbeat above absolution

SHE MAKES ME NERVOUS
The way she prays to me
With mock intention and feigned erotic need
She makes me nervous
As she forces me to feed this absolution

And in the time that we have left
So deprived of sensation
We chance within a single breath
Consumed in exultation
Our path to purity is deft

Time away was a cold sufferance
The march of years was a hapless storm
I could read her sordid fear when I was close to her
It never justified the need to say goodbye

I remember everything
The corrupt invitation
Such an existential thing
The way she wielded creation
Now only this remains...

I find comfort in her seething madness
That rakes the coals of my smoldering dreams
I am triumphant in her seasons of sadness
As I skate the shoals. Oh, how the bodies scream for more!

We have defiled our entire creation
We are reviled for their fascination

Love has no happy ending
It goes on forever or it shatters every hope that you ever had
Anticipation is the bane of reason
You will get what you get and there is nothing more in store
And nothing to abhor

SHE MAKES ME NERVOUS
Apprehension in the seams
A silent warning filters through exalting screams
Her indiscretion is swallowing the means to absolution

SHE MAKES ME NERVOUS
With her function and her form
She takes her rules off and shatters through the norm
She makes me nervous
In the way she brings herself to absolution

And for the past we cannot fret
Insipid infatuation

I prayed through her cruel tolerance
A rain of tears on her glistening form
I fell through the years as I died inside of her
Forever intensified, we languished through the lie

I have transgressed into this ruination
Seduced in jest by the lure of elation

Love has never been proven
Entropy states not even love can last for all eternity
Cold equations force the hand of reason
To squeeze the strength from dreams and lives

Nothing to say
I let it get away from me
Response delayed
I'll never trust again
Torrid display
Feigning sensuality
Nothing entices me... (Just one more taste?)

A need to pray
For someone to absolve my sin
Never belayed
My sense to try again
"Come out and play."
She said with such a chilling grin
I had no voice to say... (No, not again...)

Patience churned by ancient need
Breath forestalled with unspoken promise
Then love's spark fountains unrequited fulfillment
Alas, this final, 'little death'...

SHE MAKES ME NERVOUS
If I could see it through her eyes
Manipulation of panic in disguise
A transmutation of lust in the guise of absolution

SHE MAKES ME NERVOUS
As she reaches out to me
She takes the old world and seduces it anew
My hand is nervous
As small circles lead the way to absolution

SHE MAKES ME NERVOUS
As she filters out the need
To respond - to reciprocate the deed
Her hands upon me
She forces me to bleed with absolution

SHE MAKES ME NERVOUS
For my precious mortal coil
Is torn asunder as she leaves me wanting more
With mounting tension
Her grip releases me from absolution

And then she does the unthinkable
My favorite muse
Everything to loose by never knowing you