always in my heart, never in my arms
I got a taste of fresh air
now there is desire
in my lungs, I'll hold my breath
until the fire in my heart
is all in vein
i could tear it open
let it spill out on the page
but paper cuts aren't good enough
spoken words can't be erased
I got a taste of fresh air
now there is desire
in my lungs, I'll hold my breath
until the fire in my heart
is all in vein
i could tear it open
let it spill out on the page
but paper cuts aren't good enough
spoken words can't be erased