don't [bad word] out here, this room is safe.
there are two heartbeats. two. no more, no less.

in the midst of escape, you dove into this room
and I found you, naked without a collar.

I bet there's more to your shaking than just the cold.
no matter what I say, I doubt it'll do much good.
 [bad word] into my arms, I'll stroke those contours
which have borne loneliness,
in this pitch black room, even words are worn out
the only sure thing, is warmth

if I notice you're not there, I'll just take a look around for you
though sometimes I notice you're not there, when in fact, you are.

even if my eyesight goes, I'll see you.
I'll see you with all the power in all the cells of my body.

I hear you breathing, and there's a soft scent.
I collect it all and close it up in the palm of my hands.
 [bad word] into my arms, I'll feel those wounds
of the pain you hide.
in this timeless room, I forget the reason,
I merely search for something I can [bad word] in. I merely found it.
 [bad word] into my arms, I'll kiss you
where the ugly [bad word] has been spun,
you, like me, are merely searching for life
in this lifeless world,
 [bad word] into my arms, don't be [bad word] 
I merely found life.

the only sure thing, is warmth.