No, I won't tell you anything
Often words sound more cowardly
Than the silences we hold back
I love what's left on the surface
In a glance, in a movement
I leave speeches where they belong
When we shut down, when we clash
I prefer the sound of your voice
My mouth against your finger
When we shut down, when we clash
I feel, I feel, I feel
Odd and high, I'm out of the game
In front of my mirror I feel better
I've put weapons in my eyes
More than doors between the two of us
More than doors between the two of us
More than doors between the two of us
More than doors between the two of us