Our blood runs deeper than the love we share
Deeper than the sound of ocean waves
My very own tragedy
Falling in love with a stranger, as we spiral
We are victims of our regrets
As the day changes and the sky grows dark
We dream of sex and having a better life
Little insects in the cocoon of night
How do you sleep knowing our dreams betray us?
As much as it hurts to push you away
I know it\'s good for me, but I\'m never good to myself
My transparent heart breathes in your decay
Loving you is a sacrifice
A stairway to pleasure, a final departure
Living in notebooks, infinite words and colours
I close my eyes and fantasise
About the days
We were wool-gathering ne\'er-do-wells.