Infiltration So I push my way into your home, its the fear of the unknown, some things I find so hard to do, as she packs my suitcase, we say our last goodbye`s these tears of mine I try to hide swolled up with pride infiltration these times of shear desperation no time for hesitation.   What I would give to hear you call my name. I know not the crime only the passion, in these vicious acts the games we play, these times of desperation.   These feelings set me on fire our love will turn to stone one last look before I go all these emotions to slow, making certain I`ve left nothing behind, waiting for that sign, that last kiss goodbye.   Infiltration thes no time for hesitation in these times of desperation but still we carry this dream, all hopes built on false illusions ........   Rewritten march 2000 first 1994 by Kitt Morgan