Your voice sits upon my fingers You wanna breath, but you know it’s gonna hurt So take a mental photograph Torn your dress and you better make it last Cause we are lovers in a dangerous time It’s just not right I’m going mad from just three days Just three days Under the veil Do you like the number four? She asked me this and she stood behind the door And I will admit that I’m weak And when it comes to you, it tastes so bittersweet And we laid under splending moonlight We had our time Longing for one last night One last night Under the veil (x5)