Testo 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.