The stars could be ending in all oblivion
but if I was in your arms
your eyes would be my salvation
I turn and befriend this cancerous silence
in hope of a life that
has yet to leave the ground
the days without you are too long
and the days with you
are hardly long enough
she was buying cigarettes
from a burn victim with slit wrists
she was buying cigarettes
from a burn victim with slit wrists
In a wild dedication
I would set this world ablaze
if only that it would
turn your head one more time
she was buying cigarettes
from a burn victim with slit wrists
she was buying cigarettes
from a burn victim with slit wrists
Hands met hips, heartache met lips
Hands met hips, heartache met lips
Hands met hips, heartache met lips
Hands met hips, heartache met lips
but if I was in your arms
your eyes would be my salvation
I turn and befriend this cancerous silence
in hope of a life that
has yet to leave the ground
the days without you are too long
and the days with you
are hardly long enough
she was buying cigarettes
from a burn victim with slit wrists
she was buying cigarettes
from a burn victim with slit wrists
In a wild dedication
I would set this world ablaze
if only that it would
turn your head one more time
she was buying cigarettes
from a burn victim with slit wrists
she was buying cigarettes
from a burn victim with slit wrists
Hands met hips, heartache met lips
Hands met hips, heartache met lips
Hands met hips, heartache met lips
Hands met hips, heartache met lips