let's talk about ruin and thorn
let's talk about dust and wound
about my fear of heights
whatever you want but let's talk
about everything except the time
that slips between the fingers
let's talk so as not to hear each other
let's drink so as not to see each other
talking the days go by
that we have left to leave
me to the loop of your oblivion
you to the fold of my instincts
damned sweetness of yours
damned sweetness of yours
damned sweetness of yours
you speak to me of ruin and thorn
you stick the dust in the wound
you blame me for the heights
that you see from your shoes
you don't want to talk about the weather
even though it is on our side
and you talk so as not to hear me
and You drink so you don't see me
I keep silent and laugh and drink
I give no respite or consolation
and it's not out of malice I swear
it's just that I enjoy the game
damn sweetness mine
damned sweetness mine
damned sweetness mine
damned sweetness ours