A look so quick, a movement so slight
You could almost imagine it didn’t just happen.
But everything will change, in just one look, one little glance.
It’s not passing fascination now, it’s obsession.
And it’s physical.
It’s like standing at the edge:
Your blood starts to pump, ‘cause you’re worried you might jump.
And your head throbbing like a heart,
And your heart throbbing like a drum,
And the drums throbbing like the point is just go ahead and jump.
It’s obsession.
There’s only one way out.
A look so quick, a movement so slight.
Oh it’s not passing fascination now, it’s obsession.
It’s obsession.
