slowest movement

We're faced with the moment - our lies revealed too late
Nothing but the sensation of breath on the nape of your neck
He's so close, he hears my thoughts. I can tell, I can always tell
His eyes ask questions that I don't have answers to
..Or maybe I do but I can't bare to admit they're true
It's always you - It's always been you

If you want me convinced, then just look - don't stare
Embedded in your tired face are the bed lines that we've shared
And its alright, its alright - its not you i love after all
Its you/your/i/mine/ours/hours
One will never be enough again
One will never be the same