stare into the black

Sometimes i want to live in a land of strobe lights
where one minute i can't see
and the next i've gone blind
sometimes its nice to just stair into the black
and wonderin whats moving towards you and whats
moving back
and then you realize it doesn't matter what you see
my arms around your neck exactly what you mean to me
close enough to smell and you taste just like champane
and i wish i could just stair into the black
with you
stare into the black
and not move
stare into the black