I reach in my pockets while you were climbing rockets now, two dirty right-handed gloves. I sleep by the bedside with a nasty dream in my eye, I`d hate to wake you now.
A pile of my pants is lying crumpled by the mattress, it`s pushing arms length now. I reach in my pocket, for the bed, tried not to rock it, I`d hate to wake you now.
Yeah, the pile of myself is lying crumpled by the mattress, just push it arms-length away. I saw you by the planet, did she mean to rock it? It`s just to cover it up.
Half asleep in the arms of you, and I know the end is on us, bearing down. Yeah, you are the one that I cannot own, and I feel this as another way to die.
Half alive in the arms of you, and I know the end is on us, bearing down. Yeah, you are the one that I cannot own, and I feel this as a lonely way to die. Yeah to die, yeah die, yeah you.
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