I saw you
Crossing that hell
Hell

Things we talk
Throw talk away
No way

When we spasm
Into the sounds
Oh, no

No one left
To condone ourselves
Hell

But the semantic is dead only for me
Maybe in another life you could be
So close to me
I could have one hundred eyes
I'd still staring at you
You're no angel
But you get so close

I am very lost in fruitless connections
But I think there's some strawberries between us
Us

You lied
When you said you're sinner
And you knew

You liar
You said you don't feel my soul
But you do
You do