Paint your colours over my old life
Your blue inks brave now
Your blue ink says «I'm alive… now won’t you try»
Hear my good advice
You’re built this way and you’ll never change
Hide your conscience under your disguise
You’re too high to function
You’re too blue to paint over eyes
Just mine
Twist my arms round tight
At midnight we fight and secretly smile
The cost of my desire
It’s always too much, then never enough
Pull my arms round
Pull my arms round tight