i am sick of every song on every record spinning in our spiritless lives.
and i am sick of every word you're saying to me.
and when i hold your hand it's like you're dragging me down to the bottom of the sea.
every time you kiss me my lips are burning. the times you touch me my skin is tearing apart.
but still i can't live without you, still i’m not able to let you go.
there is this overwhelming fear to let you disappear into the raving maelstrom of lost souls and broken hearts. so i guess i'll better keep this worn out record spinning.
even if it means for me to stand still.