Don't believe we've met
Boldly the threat undressed
I wish I lived on your time
And trust your hand
Intended to touch mine

I loathe nights like this
An embarrassment of dancers
Boutique warehouse space
Physique, hair, and face
So perfect

The distance between your finger and your ring
I feel you near
I fear you're near leaving
If papa taught me anything
If papa taught me anything
It was never to milk an ending

My idеa, all mine
You at the end of a bloodlinе
The underside of all love
Is rust, as we've discussed

This is my ninth life
I shan't stand by
Like a half shut knife
If you can't take this dance
If you won't fake romance
Why should I?
The distance between your finger and your ring
I feel you near
I fear you're near leaving
If papa taught me anything
If papa taught me anything
It was never to milk an ending
Milk An Ending