winter only waits so long for spring... And all I had to do was give myself to you, Just follow through with what I already knew. It's times like this
this olive-stained Portrait of a girl. Falling asleep holding telephones, She's on her shore and I'm on my own, Making love through this dial-tone. This
here's your independence. You said we're no angels, now heaven's on fire. We're burning down the only home I've ever known. A love this courageous takes
stop, just don't stop moving moving. Can you feel them colliding in your chest? Hearts that race replaced by bass, Oh what a mess! This mess, this mess
My silhouette rises and falls Like waves upon your shore. Any regrets fall into pieces Like the clothes upon this floor. And I pour myself out Like