Synesenseless
Last night like a siren's call
A scent of you echoed through the wall
Last night like a siren's call
I heard the touch of your finger fall
Nothing to do
With what I've got to do
Silly senses, my defenses
Makin' me synesenseless
Nothing to do
With what you know is true
The energy of my expenses
Charging up to your intentions
Nothing to do
With what you put me through
Your smile your style and your existence
Is the quinni
Quinni
Tessence
Of the defenelessness
Of my senses
When I leave behind
My sweet sweet sweet
Synesthetics
Last night like a siren's call
I heard the flavor of your sighs
Last night like a siren's call
I finally saw you with my own eyes
Nothing to do
Writer/s: Anapfora
