To mend these wounds with broken
glass would be a pleasure,
stash away the pieces of your eyes
action-less forever
and i'd give it all to simply see our hands
are near, and held together
and i would try, and i would die
(verse two)
and all i can smell
is your perfume and because of this
i cant sleep, i can't sleep
for even, even one night,
i dove head first but i know i am not
not in to deep
its love like this i hate, but would die to keep
and i would die
(thats the whole song)
