The Great Unrest

The pressure is on
My precious it’s on
It’s on my shoulders
On my neck
It’s all about to crack
The pressure is on
And I feel like I’m gone
All on the tip of the tongue
It’s feeling right
But knowing it’s all wrong
So weak – pretending to be strong
I know what it means to disturb the great unrest
The only time I feel satisfied is when I’m lying on your chest
My precious my love
Think I’m unwell
But there is something telling me
You’re gonna be the one braking that spell
Your hugging and kissing – pulling me out of this…
I’m surprised by the warmth
With your arms all-around
I wish I could be all you want
But I’m not..
Is so simple I can only give
What I got
I know what it means to disturb the great unrest
The only time I feel satisfied is when I’m lying on your breast