A decoy, something's hidden in each sensation
She seems to suspect, seems to discover
In my weakness, the remains of a bonfire
Oh, my heart becomes a tattletale
Betraying me
Carelessly, I fell victim to everything sometime
She can perceive it, now nothing can stop it
In my fragility, it's the course of things
Oh, my heart becomes a tattletale
My handcuffs open
A smooth whip, a premonition
Draw stigmata in the hands
A sweet throb, the intimate key
Go falling from my lips
A decoy, something's hidden in each sensation
She seems to suspect, seems to discover
In me, that such love is like an ocean of fire
Oh, my heart becomes a tattletale
The fever will return again
A smooth whip, a premonition
Draw stigmata in the hands
A sweet throb, the intimate key
Go falling from my lips
Like a mantra
From my lips
From my lips