Sing from your soul,
I know there?s something wrong;
your pupils burst.
Kiss me all over, all over,
your wrists will shake and redden up.
A test for your candles
to put themselves out,
kill the mood.
Hold me on a bridge, in a car, on my lips,
liven the mood.
Kill all the silver hues
on your neck, on your dresser.
Make a mess of your room,
tidy with tears.
On your head be it,
I will absolve myself
from the weight of it.
Dive in,
your neck makes the sound of it,
and I had forgotten to breathe.
Kill all the silver hues
on your neck, on your dresser.
Make a mess of your room,
tidy with tears.
Kill all the silver hues
on your neck, on your dresser.
Make a mess of your room,
tidy with tears.
Halo crown,
short fuse frown,
white hues down.