Tonight I fall asleep with you on my lips
I just got back from Paris and I think I'm still in love with my ex.
I feel like I'm putting on the slippers of my old ghost.

Now I think I was just ovulating.

But I want before sunset,
And passion that radiates out of me
Like the pressure of blood being pushed through veins, that I can’t stop.

A single look can hold infinité passion.
A whole relationship could hold nothing.