With My Hands Grasped Around Your Nape

'' With my hands grasped around your nape (there is no telling which direction this is going) ''

Im just another brick in the stonework,

you've got another rose in hand,

you hit wrists at hips, as i glaze to yours

to read the tabloids, with hope in answers

And the award goes to you the master of discuise.

Cause when the world has just one lie left i would sling back your reply

And the award goes to you the master of discuise

With my hands grasped around your nape, there is no, way of telling which direction this i going.

And if all else fales

Figure eight

walk the line

step your walk

cause i would trade a thousand for just one more minute

so what is your master plan?

my dear i love to know!