now the thin ice is breaking beneath our feet
i miss the unholy land where we used to meet
it was a far cry from the many walked down streets
the place where we tuned our synchronised heartbeat

but you couldn't stay, couldn't handle the heat
we sparked something off and it singed too deep
so i'll pack up my things, but the rewards we reaped
they've lost their shimmer and many i can't keep

this twisted psychological ladders and snakes
up, down, rolling dice ... what was real has proved fake
disintegrated into nothing and i've got the shakes
shook by the rawest portrayal of how my wild heart breaks

going to take the quickest route to get out of this place
to change my environment, or just forget your face
that held the false sense of hope to which i'm tightly laced
crushed by the heavy weight of something that once filled a space