And The Wick Burnt Black de As Tall As Lions

can foolhardy love affairs,
be more than just wet thighs?
because the all that you're giving me
I don't recognize

the strength of your beauty's been
somewhere seeking solitude
and you're still afraid of me
it's all in your eyes

here we are
my heart's in your hand
we did this all wrong
let's do it again
you're a gun

this bad taste of leaving
will rush through my mouth
the words that I'm sealing
I'll start with now

if my words were stone
I'd kiss them in your mouth
and though you're the lion
I'll drag you down

let's sing tonight
while holding my hand
we could be friends
but I'm better off sleeping alone

I'm nothing (like an urn)
I'm filling my body with flesh you have burnt