Speak slowly
Let the feeling kick right in
You let me know your name
Before you let me know your sin
Burn softly
Am I the beggar or the king?
But I know you
At least I thought I knew you well
You take me to your door on the seventh floor of hell
I thought I knew you well
And I thought it was you
You
Pictures on your wall
Speak slowly
Let the guilty fall in line
With a warning shot fired straight between your eyes
You turn grey now winged, cursed, painted blind
Oh let the guilty fall in line
This is not real
Real love
This is not real
Real love
This is not real
Real love
This is not real
Real Love
Real Love
Real Love
Real Love