your wrists, slip from your hands
i hear you heart, fucked up transmission
it's old skin, you don't need it anymore
so far away for a sonic love
pick it up and hold it tight
for all your tides

we need you, they said
your evil makes us
but the guilt in your head
won't let you rest
what't the role?
you forget...

let go let in
fall inside
i stole your lipstick the other day
i hope you don't mind
but when you find it out
please come down and chase me
i'll buy you ice-cream
to melt your tears