I'll detach the seems of broken tales, miseries and guilty dreams,
Empty these pockets of remorse, so I can stop.
If remorse means that i'm vulnerable
From all the things I thought i could handle,
I'll use those stones to build a forte
To sail off, for I can't stop.

Going off like a cannon
It's breaking my back, turning red.
These souvenirs of self-destruct
Are burning up in my head.

I can't wait to be alone with you.
I can't wait to be alone with you.
Everywhere I go, it's hurting me know,
It's not the right thing to do.

Prepare a cup of coffee
For another night of sleepless times,
So I can blame the caffeine,
For giving me time to think.
A toast to you for being so high above it all,
Your sombre tune, your woeful air,
I've given in so I can't care.

Going off like a cannon
It's breaking my back, turning red.
These souvenirs of self-destruct
Are burning up in my head.

I can't wait to be alone with you.
I can't wait to be alone with you.
Everywhere I go, it's hurting me know,
It's not the right thing to do.

It's not the right thing to do...
It's not the right thing to do.
It's not the right thing to do...
It's not the right thing to do.

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