When I was young
I thought that perfection was possible When I was young
I dreamed I could make it all happen When I was younger
The world seemed to be so so simple Simple
This song’s for those
Who can’t lift their heads above the pillow This songs for those
Who live in a constant present pain
This song I’ll sing
Cos sometimes you can’t seem to utter words Utter words
Crossword puzzle Mending that muddle Again and again and again My feelings are teasing Emotions are feeding
An empty and fragile skin
When I had fire
To play with, to burn things, to watch at night When I had fire
Inside me I couldn’t contain
I long for fire
To keep me dancing to the end
To the end

Switchblade, Switchblade, my lovely friend.
I held you so close we two till the bitter end.
One pierce, one cut was one was one too much.
For you, my love: I offer my blood.
Pen knife, pen knife – c'mon All, cheer!
For the words we sing conjures tears.
One word. A mutter with such restrain.
For me, my love, scribe me your pain?
Stiletto, my stiletto!
Will I, may I? See you again tomorrow?
One on one – We two in your room.
For we need not be bride or groom.
One pierce, one cut was one too much.
For you, my love: I offer my blood.
My blood.
My blood.
My blood.