Agoraphobia de Incubus

Two people touching lips
hands on eachothers hips
nothing else in the world but one another
the forty second floor
on a distant shore
i wonder how we strayed so far from this
remember when we were
just flesh and bone you sir
may have forgotten how good your world can be
so put down your hollow tips
and kiss you lovers lips
and know that fate is what we make of it
please end this please end this before it ends us
im gonna stay inside
im gonna stay inside for good
im gonna stay inside for good
i read the news today
and everything they say
just makes me want to stay inside and wait
but the better part of me knows
that waiting in the throws
is on par with reading while my eyes are closed
"what can i do"? you say
"its just another day
in the life of apes with ego trips!"
put down your hollow tips
and kiss your lovers lips
and know that fate is what we make of it