Thing Between Us A beginning is a very delicate time, the one and only Saving my soul and selling the world Frail like a feather falling down on the ground. Then my wrists, ruined by handcuffs But I got used to those wounds, they became familiar The sting, so sweet and soft in my optic nerves, Is quite pleasant The habit is not so bad, not so degrading, I learn, I learn, I learn, I learn, self-sacrifice As the harmful crumbling process is set up, Crawling slowly, blackening the immaculate White of passion I walk under the pale light of our dead hearts Nothing will fan our flame anymore now, Wxpect what is left behind The replacement, the solution that keeps me sane Not as fanciful as our so-called passionate existence My love is not frantic, it is peaceful, calm, rested and quiet I'm not guilty for that… am I?