with your pants off.

back to the place, where we used to say
and speak without any corruption
in all purity, in all innocence.

back to the place where thoughts can bloom, sitting here inside this room

the cloud seem to consume us as we smile and talk of nothing
and everything, with our pants off and -
simple things, just the simplest things
create the biggest grins
the laughter echos
the time caves in, and gone we must
for to here we arent allowed to stay

everything seems to be better with your pants off.
with arms entangled i grin at you, honestly and truely
funny how the worst things can make you feel the best
that the most corruption could feel just right.
the most hurtful thing, can make you so happy.

everythings better with your pants off.