You and I are pilgrims
worshiping at the pyre of our pasts
We use each other's bodies as shovels
to dig old skeletons out
Sometimes I wonder if we're just digging our own graves
We are countries with lost borders
so we keep spilling out of maps
We're magicians entranced by our own tricks
our styles too subtle for our own good
Our hearts are balloons filled to bursting
but too light to keep us planted in the moment
We're in constant flight and going nowhere
I collide into you you collide into me
and then we part, like waves, only to meet and repeat
I sing in falsetto and you pretend I'm in key
You dance too slow for my taste but I still let you lead
I sleep in your arms because they are warm with sin
You don't ask me why, you're just happy to give in
You live like a corpse, I'm dying in my dreams
The end is in sight, and now it begins