I stumble over empty dreams;
Forgetting exactly what life means
Dancing over the depths of despair:
Perfection is lost if you're not there


And battered hearts and battered parts
Falter, halted by razor-sharp darts
But you bandage injuries without hesitation,
Kissing better my wounds, in precious flirtation


and i live in dreamworlds created just of you
And wonder what would happen if you only knew