Hold me while my wrists stay locked in chains;
As my fingers lay dead,
and your nose presses against my ribs
I want you to breathe with me.
That sweet, hot heat blown down
d o w n
d o w n
(make it heavy
and your nose presses against my ribs
I want you to breathe with me.
That sweet, hot heat blown down
d o w n
d o w n
(make it heavy