There's a heart in the states that beats for your embrace just to be in the grace of your negative space.
I tell it not to be so [bad word] naive but when my brain agrees, oh you better believe.
It's not lust.
It's need.
When I try to swallow the feeling devours me.
It's not lust.
It's need.

There's no heart in my place.
I have no breathing space. Took the flower from the vase, left the vase in case. I will catch my breath along with your caress.
I'll wear that yellow dress till there's nothing left.

I don't care if I'm alone. Your shadow don't haunt me no more.
You were the calm before my storm.
You will be forever more.