We are not the ones who fear your bite
Your eyes are full of fire
My teeth are white
A desert in your heart miles wide
How many tried to reach the other side?
I was not the one who lost control
The January night I broke your heart
I barely bent my own on the bench in the park
And you said you had known from the start
That one of us would change by night
one of us would change by night
one of us would change by night
one of us would change by night
and have you got the will to survive?
have you got the will to survive?
have you got the will to survive?
have you got the will to survive?
In this bed
your clothes on the ground - the lampshade
the deafening silent sound
your breast
out of the cover while you sleep
who is this watching while you sleep?
what is this terror in this house
sleeping under the floorboards?
what's its name? what's its name? what's its name? what's its name?
we are not the ones who fear your bite
and although we live this pale
bitter, wicked, jealous
stupid, false
with dirty feathers empty
broken, small!
we want to live them all!