Let’s talk about ruin and thorn
Let’s talk about dust and wound
About my fear of heights
About whatever you want, but let’s talk
About anything except the time
That slips through the fingers
Let’s talk to avoid hearing each other
Let’s drink to avoid seeing each other
While we talk, the days remaining so that
we can leave, pass
I’ll go to the loop of your oblivion
You'll go to the trap of my instincts
Damn sweetness of yours
Damn sweetness of yours
Damn sweetness of yours
You talk to me about ruin and thorn
You stick the dust into your wound
You blame me for the heights that
You can see from your shoes
You don’t want to talk about the time
Even though it takes our side
And you talk to avoid hearing me
And you drink to avoid seeing me
I shut up and laugh and drink
I don’t give you a respite, nor consolation
And it’s not because I’m bad, I swear
It’s just because I enjoy the game
Damn sweetness of mine
Damn sweetness of mine
Damn sweetness of mine
Damn sweetness of ours.