Do you wanna be the animal to take me apart? Break my patience, corrupt my sacred art Do you promise to be with me if I beg and I crawl? In my darkest mood, through the private walls Will you stay even when the drugs have gone? for it wont be long before I crumble Turning into anxious ground That just just wont come down
In fire, in whispers I would die for a million years I promise to be your rockstar But then promises dont mean anything anymore
In the summer of twenty five was a correcting of excuses of our need to win to ourselves we lie we could be the new beginning Digging up treasure, taking the time to love and to live and to sin and you stay Even when the drugs went gone So I sing this song to you, and I remember of never ending poetry It’s just just you and me
In fire, in whispers I would die for a million years I promise to be your rockstar But then rockstars dont mean anything anymore