Of love and of all things cold
And do you come in convertible
With the contacts
With the tear ducts
And a longing, to destruct
Eyelined and the rain complains
Offer up your mind to me
With the contacts
With the tear ducts
And the things that hurt too much
I melt just to compensate
This moments not enough for me
With the contacts
With the tear ducts
And a dreaming to be numb
Of love and all things cold
And do you come in convertible
With the contacts
With the tear ducts
And a longing, to destruct

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