Ten thousand girls to the side of the road
Ten thousand saints are stealing my soul
Your lips are pure like endless love
I might consider being reborn
Ten thousand fights to the side of the road
Ten thousand drunks are feeding my soul
Your hands are smooth like the silkiest rose
I might consider being reborn
Your lips are pure like endless love
I might consider being reborn
Your hands are smooth like the silkiest rose
I might consider being reborn
She's calling
She's climbing up the throne
I'm still bleeding
In the turmoil of my dawn
Your love is burning a thousand miles away
I feel frantic
My own weakness explode
Your eyes are weapons
They keep me watching from above
Your love is burning a thousand miles away
She's calling
She's climbing up the throne
I'm still bleeding
In the turmoil of my dawn