Oh my passing folly
I would feel bad
If a strand of light
Stroked us
Oh do not spend winter
My spicy oil
Far from the cemetaries
of my teenage
And I can easily live the hard way
To seduce you I run straight into the wall
You see I'm making up my rifts
I'll pretend clawing at my face
Oh do not be so mild mannered
Go on, mess up
With great thunderbolts
The little girl
Oh don't make mysteries
Come on, unravel
My paths of entrails
So I'll collapse
And I can easily live the hard way
To seduce you I run straight into the wall
You see I'm making up my rifts
I'll pretend clawing at my face
Oh my love, my calvary
I want to spread
On our little misfortunes
My heart to hang
Oh my passing folly
When everything topples
I have ways and means
Of ridicule
And I can easily live the hard way
To seduce you I run straight into the wall
In my voice I'm making up rifts
I'll pretend clawing at my face
Oh my passing folly
I would hate you
If a slash of box-cutter
Separated us