To make you smile, it is anything but a
skinny love;
from stranger to stranger.
Of this there is none,
from stranger to stranger,
we will always remain to be one.

We’re those flowers,
those who need the world to burn,
to bloom.

We’re the highlight of mankind,
Moreover, its fall—
‘cause we’re on the wrong side of history.

Save me, save me,
to save yourself;
I’ll save you, I’ll save you,
to save myself.

To make you smile, it is anything but a
skinny love;
from stranger to stranger.
Of this there is none,
from stranger to stranger,
we will remain to be one.

When the world crumbles,
you will have a hand in yours,
a hand that’ll never let go.

Let’s follow Icarus,
let’s fall as he did—
we will touch the sun and smile.

Find me, find me,
to find yourself;
I’ll find you, I’ll find you,
to find myself.

To make you smile it is anything but a
skinny love, it is anything but a
skinny love;
from stranger to stranger,
stranger to stranger.
Of this there is none,
from stranger to stranger,
stranger to stranger,
we will remain to be one.

We will remain to be one,
we will remain to be loved,
we will remain to one.

The things I do for your smile,
the things you do for mine.