What is it to burn?
Can you tell me the price to pay for a lover's kiss,
for a look unrequited,
for that moment you know it cannot be?
Can I stay here tonight, lay among your bed of lies,
sharp knives pushed in my back, while you dream of another?
Whisper those sweet nothings, softly,
so no one may hear, and watch us fall away at dawn's first light.
Down..where no one may follow...

Good morning, my love.