• the red and blue mix
    and it rains
    the stars just move in place
    and its cold

    clouds i need to fix
    and it pains
    the sudden look on your face
    and its old

    we shiver at six
    and it remains
    you hung on a single lace
    and its cold

    so no reason to see
    no reason to be
    we become raptures
    of our divinities

    we lure and provoke
    oh we love to provoke
    those sweet and sour
    memories