Reflex action

A little bit of tenderness and your kindness 
Make me jealous and I can't believe that you're might be real
A little bit of madness in your eyes
And I lose all possible reference axes it's just like a pilot's vertigo, spatial disorientation,

A little bit of solitary life
For me, maybe it's not the worst but some time will be needed to use all my adaptability 
Do you still remember how to route an instinct, that everybody wants you to forget? 

What if all your movements are mine and all my thoughts are yours?

What if that, what if that
What if everything I do is just some kind of reflex action? 

This godforsaken corner of the city hides the shadows of forgotten lovers and their dreams.
They used to be so tender with each spoken word, so gently with each move they moved, so mincingly
With every smile they gave and every look they took. 

There's no more shadows, no more lights, 
all names and words are just expired. 
But I think, probably, that suits me fine.
But I need just to follow an instinct, to snatch every chance, to keep every evasion, 
to move in a correct direction, to scramble with every step closer to you 

What if all my arguments are yours and all you questions are mine?
What if all your movements are mine and all my thoughts are yours?
What if all your favorite things and all your wishes are just an instinctual drives?
What if you could prefer somebody else, for what it's worth? 

What if that, what if that
What if everything I do is just some kind of reflex action? 
It's just a reflex action to all the things I need