Visions of me in a small room
Shadows of me in the dimmed light
Standing so pure in a lost memory
Not a clothing on me
And I'm waiting

Visions of you approaching slowly
Chills covers my skin
You're standing behind me
And I'm vulnerable as I've never been

I'm gasping briefly, just for a moment
Slightly turning my head
Maybe to predict what's coming ahead
Hopefully I will not collapse by the touch of your hand

Visions of me standing so frozen
Visions of you bravely unspoken
Visions of all my defences shattered and broken
Visions of this

Nothing