Prisoners

[intro] I can't turn around - If I did, you would be gone I need to keep you close This loop goes on and on and on... [chorus] I still smell your hair The lavender of your perfume I can't clear my mind The way the light fell through the blinds And pin-striped your skin Like prisoners in our own room [hip-hop bridge] Can’t glance back in this noir scene, Silhouettes in monochrome lean, Streetlight jails us in bars of white, Captured in scenes of endless night... The play of light, a narrow escape, Our shadows merge, then separate. Trapped in a loop, our hearts replay, Bound by beams that cross and sway. [chorus] I still smell your hair The lavender of your perfume I can't clear my mind The way the light fell through the blinds And pin-striped your skin Like prisoners in our own room [chorus] I still smell your hair The lavender of your perfume I can't clear my mind The way the light fell through the blinds And pin-striped your skin Like prisoners in our own room Prisoners in our own room Prisoners in our own room Prisoners in our own room...