Take a look at my body
Look at my hands
Your face-saving promises whispered like prayers
I don't need them...

I need the darkness
The sweetness
The sadness
The weakness

Well is it dark enough
Can you see me
Do you want me
Can you reach me
Or I'm leaving

You better shut your mouth
And hold your breath
And kiss me now
And catch your death

Oh, I mean this
Oh, I mean this