State Of Being – Instinct Lyrics

It's your scent
It's on the ground
And no matter how I fight it
My instinct will hunt you down

And you roam
And you breathe
The midnight air
The spider's web
And the gust blows through the trees

Your words are so profound
And my appetite's enticed by every syllable you sound

And you roam
And you breathe
The midnight air
The tangled web
And the gust blows through the trees

I grope the air
My fingers clutch
Your instinct to run is overcome in need of touch

Startled you stare
Taking in all that is there
Instinct to leave is now stiffled by belief