But I crave your moments always You got kissed enough in our ways Built to space, here Browned out let it slip... things seem to lack...? the dust comes straight across my eyes
Giving names to things I'm tired of Driven by the fear of knowing no great shapes, dear Brought out Let it slip, in heat, call out my name and I'll be hated far and wide
You faded Like I teach you to burst Brought out
But I crave your moments always When I die with both my hands full I'll make shapes, dear Browned Out Let it slip, in heat, call out my name And I'll be hated far and wide
You faded Like I teach you to curse Brought out When you crave the moments, I'm hated far and wide