Do you want to be the animal to take me apart,
break my patience, corrupt my sacred art?
Do you promise to be with me if I beg and I crawl
in my darkest mood, through the private words?
Will you stay, even when the drugs have gone, for it won't be long before I tumble,
turn into the unctuous crown
that, just yours, won't come down.
In fire and whispers,
I would die for a million years.
I promise to be your rockstar,
but then, promises don't mean anything anymore.
In the summer of twenty-five was the correcting
of excuses, of our need to win.
To ourselves, we lied, we could be the new beginning,
digging up treasure, taking the time to love and to live and to sin.
And you stayed, even when the drugs were gone,
so I sing this song to you on a right earned
of neverending poetry,
it's just us, you and me.
In fire and whispers,
I would die for a million years.
I promise to be your rockstar,
but then, rockstars don't mean anything anymore.
break my patience, corrupt my sacred art?
Do you promise to be with me if I beg and I crawl
in my darkest mood, through the private words?
Will you stay, even when the drugs have gone, for it won't be long before I tumble,
turn into the unctuous crown
that, just yours, won't come down.
In fire and whispers,
I would die for a million years.
I promise to be your rockstar,
but then, promises don't mean anything anymore.
In the summer of twenty-five was the correcting
of excuses, of our need to win.
To ourselves, we lied, we could be the new beginning,
digging up treasure, taking the time to love and to live and to sin.
And you stayed, even when the drugs were gone,
so I sing this song to you on a right earned
of neverending poetry,
it's just us, you and me.
In fire and whispers,
I would die for a million years.
I promise to be your rockstar,
but then, rockstars don't mean anything anymore.