I do silly things Alone in the cold. For you my heart sings Until I grow old. I am scared of your beauty. I still love your light. To hide is my duty. To slip into night.
I chase others to feel warmth. I push them away to be myself. I yearn for them to come back to me. No matter how I grow or change, Or how many people love me, I feel alone, For I always lose those people.
There is no sweeter sin Than seeing you. There is no sweeter sin Than when I'm alone with you. There is no sweeter sin, And we both know how sweet sin is. Follow me and may we Condemn ourselves together.