There is a way I die into your arms
That is different from the way I have died before
I have died before
The taste of poison on my lips
The surge of poison in my veins
The poison I eat
I have died before
Fifty miles per hour into a tree
Because I took my hands off the wheel
When I saw dangerous corners
There is a way I die into your eyes
That makes me want to see
What life could be
It makes me want to live