there's no room for mistakes in here, my love what with the promise of poisoned fruit that this place has offered up and we've taken our spills with a heavy handed grace at the hands of each other, we'll be kissing one another while covering our mistakes
we'll be in love with love, it's not enough this time
you were the one that i always thought i'd keep but whether in body or in my head, my assumptions sing me to sleep is there a separate room for those of us who dance with our holy ghosts? can we destroy our past with a light and a match seal the door and hope it stays closed?
to be in love with love is not enough this time
you did what you had to do to prove to me that we just don't exist and i never took the time to apologize for what i chose to miss my dear, if there's one bloom here in the roses in our frozen garden then all the stars that fell from our hands will land and thaw the earth to bloom again.
you did what you had to do to prove to me that we were sinking ships on the black jade of solemn seas where good men go to finally make their peace my dear if there's one bloom here in the roses in our frozen garden then all the stars that fell from our hands will fall to earth and we will bloom again.