Creeping through the windows...

I keep seeing your eyes...

Piercing my body like 40 bullets...

Hollow tips on your nails...

Because they keep killing me...

...

And even when our tongues connect...

I can still feel us slipping...

Like a final hand on top of a canyon...

Your echo screeches for miles...

Like a thousand men waiting for war...

I can hear your history and your afterlife...

Even when we argue...

Me and you...

Stuck in the same boat like glue...

Floating on cloudless rain...

...

What If I drowned?

Would you give a hand for me?

What if I killed myself?

Would you shed a prayer for me?

What if I left you?

Would you repent a lesson for me?

...

From Mercury to Pluto

Is how much I need you to step back...

Let me collect myself...

And rebuild my body and mind...

Let my soul be your memory...

Even if it's just a nocturnal dream...

Even if it falls short of the seam,

We have to draw a line here...

An X to mark the spot of our peak...

The mountains shiver at its site...

But even at heights like planes,

We still can't find light...

...

So let's detach...

And find our endless space.