When you don't want me anymore
You swear an oath sometimes
When the ring slips off your finger
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
When the ring burns my finger
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