Speaking in gray words that are
passive and cival
now our love starts to burn like the night
oh it's candle
eclipse the painful space between our lust driven bodies
with our hearts pressed together
this is making love, this is making melody
and then I wake up and you and I were never in love
and you and I were never in love
I slip back to slumber and appear on a carpet
and your eyes had conviction and you were singing so loud
you were painting with an ice brush onto the heavensred canvas
and burned a hole through the universe with your fire ohhh
and I wake up and you and I were never in love
and you and I were never in love
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