Love Hate Relationship, Vol II: Philiaphobia · Track 10 · middle
Your Hand
MIRROR — Touch: skin-hunger / touch-worship vs Haphephobia ('your hand is a threat, skin as boundary').
Lyrics
[Intro] Hovering. The space between. Are you dealing, or are you drawing? [Verse 1] You keep your secrets folded in your palm A master class in looking cool and strong But I can see the tremor in your wrist The heavy gravity of what we missed You lay your cards out on the velvet green I'm watching every motion, caught beneath The urge to lean into the warmth you hold And the sudden panic running through my bones. [Chorus] Oh, play your hand Fingertips hovering like a demand I'm starving for the contact, aching for the rush But terrified to finally feel the touch One millimeter closer, I might break I want the wager, but I dread the weight So hold it there... show me your hand. [Verse 2] Across table 14, there's static in the air Between my collar and the shape you're drawing there It's a sudden hunger, it's a barricade I built this fortress to keep out the rain If you cross the border, the empire falls I'm painting murals on these panic-room walls Skin is a boundary, skin is a prize I'm reading the stakes in the dark of your eyes. [Chorus] Oh, play your hand Fingertips hovering like a demand I'm starving for the contact, aching for the rush But terrified to finally feel the touch One millimeter closer, I might break I want the wager, but I dread the weight So hold it there... show me your hand. [Bridge] The fear and the fever are wearing the same disguise A beautiful threat that I can't minimize I want to be ruined, I want to be safe I want the velvet, but I dread the chafe I'm folding early, then I'm going all in Just waiting for the moment you... Actually begin. [Chorus] So play your hand Fingertips hovering like a demand I'm starving for the contact, aching for the rush But terrified to finally feel the touch One millimeter closer, I might break I want the wager, but I dread the weight So hold it there... show me your hand. [Outro] Hovering. Just keep hovering. I'm calling the bluff. Your hand.