You keep making me talk about her in my sleep
And I can feel the distance
Behind closed eyelids
tell me do you see ghosts too?

I can see her wearing nothing but lipstick
And all I do is help you remember her fingertips
Does she drive you mad?

With you its dead-end streets and wasted dreams
I pretend we are skin to skin
Because now nights get a bit colder
because you are absent
And your mind keeps running back to her even
when you are next to me

So I breathe you in
Kiss you and then kiss her too
     It's time to lick the wounds which are your creation
      It's time to become my own salvation