When you don't want me anymore
You swear an oath sometimes
But less and less sure
When the ring slips off your finger
I stay at your edge
You stay at my edge
When we get close, we break
We rip each other quietly
It tastes like a story, but
But it's way more than that
When we give, we bare ourselves
We sketch ourselves quietly
Seventh heaven and the storm
I take the oath sometimes
But less and less sure
When the ring burns my finger
I stay at your edge
You stay at my edge
When we get close, we break
We rip each other quietly
It tastes like a story, but
But it's way more than that
When we give, we bare ourselves
I stay at your edge
We rip each other quietly
It tastes like a story, but
But it's way more than that