Finding your indicators -
Your last love letter
Didn’t even know that you write
Read and cried all night ¹
Lovely words, dealing with emotion
From a Lolita half as old as we are
From an enchantress, untouched and tender
Don’t you currently feel young enough with me?
Everything in me is red
The opposite of dead; my heart,
It still beats like a charm
Everything in me is red
And you’re an idiot, my dear
You’re scorning my sweet blood
You want to live forever
You’ll be the first one there
You'll rob her of her girlhood years
And use it for yourself
Go to heaven - don’t even bother
To look around for your last love
He, who finds happiness only at a distance,
Just needs to go through many women
Everything in me is red
The opposite of dead; my heart,
It still beats like a charm
Everything in me is red
And you’re an idiot, my dear
You’re scorning my sweet blood
Everything in me is red
The opposite of dead; my heart,
It still beats like a charm
Everything in me is red
And you’re an idiot, my dear
You’re scorning my sweet blood
All the love in the world
If that’s what you like
Many fingers have the desire
To reach out and tear you apart
And in all your frustration
Your emptiness doesn’t leave much to be desired
Everything in me is red
The opposite of dead; my heart,
It still beats like a charm
Everything in me is red
And you’re an idiot, my dear
You’re scorning my sweet blood
Everything in me is red
The opposite of dead; my heart,
My heart…