I am not ready     to be the one to start
You stare above me     at the ceiling of our home
The sancutary of our privacy     the sanctuary of our
intimacy

Start to build the tension     the air between us fades
away
No more hiding     no more mystified words

There is no one else but us
Rushing through the ceiling
To get that same old feeling
I must pronounce my weakness to start
I am not ready     i am not ready

Hearing all these voices     coming up from nowhere
Feeling challanged by that     dark old force that used to
be
Inside of me
Remembering those corny sentences from the past
Erotic feelings coming up
And you tell me that your'e waiting
For the rush to pick you up
Hold on to me     don't pass me with that same old touch

I must be something     to myself and to you
I am ready
To breakthrough
I am ready     i am ready

There is no one else but us
Rushing through the ceiling
To get that same old feeling

I must pronounce my weakness to start
I am ready now     yes I am ready... oh...