| Sit back bare your cross to me | |
| Oh, won't | |
| I listenGod, damn have | |
| I burned my hands | |
| On what's been missing | |
| I feel, unreal | |
| Every time | |
| I try and stop to feel | |
| Pick me up my friend | |
| Let me start again | |
| You fucked me | |
| Behind this garden | |
| Don't fuck me | |
| Long before | |
| I could even see | |
| You're what was missing | |
| Twisting deep inside of me | |
| Forever missing the glistening | |
| I feel, unreal | |
| Every time | |
| I try and stop to feel | |
| Pick me up my friend | |
| Hold closed your hand | |
| You fucked me | |
| Behind this garden | |
| Don't fuck me | |
| Can you see all the clear skin in front of me | |
| Can you see, can you see, what you wanna see | |
| Can you see there's a little spot of light in me | |
| Can you see, can you tell | |
| I'm fucked | |
| Bleed emotions | |
| Bleed emotions | |
| You sat back, gave your soul to me | |
| But did I listen | |
| God damn, did | |
| I burn my hands? | |
| On what was missing, the glistening | |
| I feel, unreal | |
| Every time | |
| I try and stop to feel | |
| Pick me up my friend | |
| Hold closed my hand | |
| You fucked me | |
| Behind this garden | |
| You fucked me | |
| Behind this garden | |
| Don't fuck me |