There’s a heart in the states that beats for your embrace
Just to be in the grace of your negative space
I tell it not to be so damn naive
But when my brain agrees, oh, you better believe
It’s not lust, it’s need
And when I try to swallow, the feeling devours me
It’s not lust it’s need
There’s no heart in my place
I have no breathing space
Took the flower from the vase
Left the vase in case
I will catch my breath along with your caress
I’ll wear that yellow dress till there’s nothing left
I, I, I, I don’t care if I’m alone
Your shadow don’t haunt me no more
You were the calm before my storm
You will be forevermore
Forevermore
Forevermore