She cowers on the cold floor, remains unmoved
Wrapped with smoke and low melodies - goose-flesh
Everything would be easier
If you see what she feels
If she knows what you think
Everything would be easier
If she dies tonight - would you die with her
Everything would be easier
There's something between them
Which is to changeable to understand
She cannot think anymore
They are just not getting anywhere
She wishs she could die now in your arms