Do you wanna be the animal to take me apart?
Break my patience, [bad word] my sacred art
Do you promise to be with me if I beg and I crawl?
In my darkest mood, through the private wars

Will you stay even when the [bad word] have gone?
For it won't be long before I tumble,
Turn into the anxious clown
That just, just [bad word] down

In fire, in whispers
I would die for a million years
I promise to be your rock star
But then promises don't mean anything anymore..

In the summer of 2005 was a correcting
Of excuses, of our need to win
To ourselves we lied we could be the new beginning
Digging up treasure,
Taking the time to love, and to live, and to sin,
And you stayed
Even when the [bad word] were gone
So I sing this song to you on our island
Of never-ending poetry
It's just, just you and me

In fire, in whispers
I would die for a million years
I promise to be your rock star
But then rock stars don't mean anything anymore