Watch the star collapse,
Right on the back of tumbling waves
Your cheek upon my face
We speak each words
Afraid of nothing in the deep, and hurt
But we're not of that culture
And I will be your love, how sweet
God bless the ones who burnt my feet
That I should trip and fall for you
Believe I am your lover
You, at six
A dream I wasn't in
The one with green and winding paths to seas
They swallow whole the beasts the blood they've stolen
From the beach
We'd lie and watch it bleed
And I will be your love how sweet
God bless the ones who burnt my feet
That I should trip and fall for you
Believe I am your lover
(Lyrics from vintage_snowflake on Laughing City)