What is in this wine? The more I drink, the more I wander off into a strangers eyes. I like the way that they reflect my thoughts. What is in this air? It feels like feathery dust everywhere. And as I breathe it, I breathe the masculine scent of his skin. Your comfortable caress has triggered unfamiliar restlessness. When you and I are we, I feel I've lost my individuality. You're watching me rebell, believing stories only hearts can tell.