Berenice, my hands, my feet are worn
As much as yours are
And though my head, my hands, my heart are forming
They still feel worlds apart
Berenice, beneath it all you´re golden
And that´s all I´m feeding on
And though my head, my hands, are growing colder
We move in circles now
(Cue drums and bass)
Berenice, there´s no release at all
That´s not worth dying for.
Berenice, my hands my feet are worn
As much as yours are
Berenice there´s no release at all
That´s not worth dying for
And it´s not for our desires but our design
that we all fall apart
Berenice there´s no release at all
That´s worthless crying for
And I don´t mind leaving, don´t mind leaving now
Cause we all fall down.