This is not a plan
This is an empty apartment
This is not what she said
When she was laying in my bed

I walk (?) home in shivering cold
I was shaking
And the burn in that chest was signaling death
Aching love
(?)

This is not a plan
This is an empty apartment
This is not her hand
It's just dust on the carpet

I walk (?) home in shivering cold
I was shaking
And the burn in that chest was signaling death
Aching love

I know too well
And I, I can tell
And I, I know too well
That I, I can tell
That I, I can tell
I can tell
This is not a plan
This is an empty apartment
This is not a stand
The guiltless of the saint
I say it with conviction

[Female Voice]
(?)