Transfusion of pure magic for the broken heart.
Honey Mascara to correct the sadness.
Mental tattoo to mark down your imagination.
Shots of light, to rejoice this sad life.
Television, for your deletion from the transmission.
Sexual Revolver for the Russian Roulette.
I don't know you, nor what you'll say,
But there is nothing much to think about.
The darkness is haunting me incredulously.
Nothing that I can't lose now.
Nothing that I can't do now.
Something to relieve you.
Something to cure me.
Nothing that I can't lose now.
Nothing that I can't do now.
Something to relieve you.
Something to cure me.
Transfusion of pure magic for the broken heart.
Honey Mascara to correct the sadness.
Television, for your deletion from the transmission.
Sexual Revolver for the Russian Roulette.
I don't know you, nor what you'll say,
But there is nothing much to think about.
The darkness is haunting me incredulously.
Nothing that I can't lose now.
Nothing that I can't do now.
Something to relieve you.
Something to cure me.
Nothing that I can't lose now.
Nothing that I can't do now.
Something to relieve you.
Something to cure me.
...
There's nothing that I can lose now.
Nothing I can't do.
Nothing I can't love.
Nothing I can't dream.