The Balcony

So your mouth tastes like sunshine, baby, but your eyes are all cool buried in my arms And the breeze takes us deeper and further into the heart of a moment that is gone And the scent of your heartache, baby, and the taste of your blood, run within me And there are red flowers in your spit when you enter my mouth under the bed, down on the floor So take me under the floorboards; I would love to feel like wood Take me back to the retards; cause the world just make me sick There are colors in the air when I fall to the ground How we'd love to fall more often There's a band in our cellar, baby, and they're playing a song of the drunks in the street And I can hear when they're playing their love songs cause the kids in the yard stop playing with their toys So take me under the schoolyard, there are kids there who got lost Their mouths all shouting asphalt and their bodies torn apart There are colors in the air when I fall to the ground I can sense a world of heartache But I love the sound Of your hair When it falls down from the pillow late at night On the brink of illusion, it's the devil in my eyes Waiting for the moment to kill me inside How we'd love to die more often So take my hands, love, there's a burst inside our minds Feel my hands, love, cause I'm numb from the neck down And there is fire, love, on the balcony right here I can see our bodies burn but sense no fear And your mouth tastes like sunshine, baby, but your eyes are all cool buried in my arms And everything matters for a second as we fall to the floor

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