The Balcony

So your mouth tastes like sunshine, baby, but your eyes are all cool buried in my arms ....

And the breeze takes us deeper and further into the heart of a moment that is gone

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And the scent of your heartache, baby, and the taste of your blood, run within me

And there are red flowers in your spit when you enter my mouth under the bed,

down on the floor

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So take me under the floorboards; I would love to feel like wood

Take me back to the retards; cause the world just make me sick

There are colors in the air when I fall to the ground

How we'd love to fall more often

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There's a band in our cellar, baby, and they're playing a song of the drunks in the street.

And I can hear when they're playing their love songs cause the kids in the yard stop playing with their toys

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So take me under the schoolyard, there are kids there who got lost

Their mouths all shouting asphalt and their bodies torn apart

There are colors in the air when I fall to the ground

I can sense a world of heartache,

but I love the sound

of your hair

when it falls down from the pillow late at night

On the brink of illusion, it's the devil in my eyes

Waiting for the moment to kill me inside

How we'd love to die more often

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So take my hands, love, there's a burst inside our minds

Feel my hands, love, cause I'm numb from the neck down

And there is fire, love, on the balcony right here

I can see our bodies burn but sense no fear

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And your mouth tastes like sunshine, baby, but your eyes are all cool buried in my arms

And everything matters for a second as we fall to the ground