And The Wick Burnt Black کے بول

can foolhardy love affairs, be more than just wet thighs? because the all that you're giving me I don't recognize the strength of your beauty's been somewhere seeking solitude and you're still afraid of me it's all in your eyes here we are my heart's in your hand we did this all wrong let's do it again you're a gun this bad taste of leaving will rush through my mouth the words that I'm sealing I'll start with now if my words were stone I'd kiss them in your mouth and though you're the lion I'll drag you down let's sing tonight while holding my hand we could be friends but I'm better off sleeping alone I'm nothing (like an urn) I'm filling my body with flesh you have burnt