So, if there is then
I have been all wrong
Wrapped up inside these songs, of
Crimson midnights
Sparkled promise
All such a bright shining lie
And God, do I love it
Speaking now of it
Nestle above it
Seeing right through it
And it's when I'm inside you
Cheap thrills, you're too cool
Throw me away
Just so I'll come out
Thorns for your rose
A crack in your floor
Eyes iced open space
The keys to your door
Tattooed with grace
Time must to show what we dare
In the games that we play
And in our falls, to be fair.