I think I'm going to die of love

To be loved, to be needed, to be wanted
That's all I've ever wanted

Pebbles in the sand
Moving down underneath the stream

Our lives are washing away
with every stroke of water

Wasting away, eroding like precious metal
Emotions are changing color
They're getting older, they're getting bolder

I think I'm going to die of love

Facing every border, I'm holding on for it
The release of me, to be held and worn away

Candle breathing, dripping, burning
Our souls are hanging, our souls are begging
The warmth is only dim and disappearing

No, our souls are not freezing
The cold is just teasing

The channels are still shifting
The thought of love is hurtful

Going close to the edge
We're close to faltering, we're close to falling over

We're prey to love, we're frayed by love

I think I'm going to die of love