This is really (Dallas: Bury all of me) only all we have: day time, twilight, pitch black, (Dallas: Before I have a chance) night light.
You had the coldest eyes and the (Dallas: To open my eyes) softest touch: (Dallas: To open my eyes) day time, twilight, pitch black, (Dallas: And see you laughing) night light. These typed letters, beneath (Wade: Is this all we have?) me. (Dallas: Or is it just the twighlight) Fuck with these buttons (Dallas: Beyond the skyline) and knobs long enough and (Dallas: Binding me?) maybe things will turn out fine. Hide behind your crystal screen and blow kisses at me. Remember what we said wouldn't happen?
Go!
Write your name on my chest in kerosene. Spark a match and you will never be cold again. This is really only all we have: day time, twilight, pitch black, night light. You had the coldest eyes and the softest touch: day time, twilight, pitch black, light! Gag and destroy me, gag me, destroy me. (Dallas: Sorry I didn't hear you) I have a large (Dallas: I was busy dying) collection of (Dallas: In the corner) thunder that I stole (Dallas, Wade: Those three words), thunder that I stole (Dallas: Destroyed every inch of me, yet) from your win-(You kept speaking)-dow sill.