The beauty spot was borrowed
Now my sweet love rusts tomorrow
On my confession that is waiting to be heard
Run your empty rain down on me
Whisper your death beats so softly
Bend your knees,the altar of my ego
You drained my heart, and made a spade
There's still traces of me in your veins
You drained my heart, and made a spade
There's still traces of me in your veins