Oh, I’ve got guns for hands and I might’ve killed her out of passion.
Is it possible for skin-to-skin interaction to produce such electric friction,
enough to ignite these explosives awake?
Perhaps if you base it all on the violence,
the shattering, the sudden release of ethereal presence,
the full-blown eruption of all her emotions and everything in between–
Perhaps if you base it all on that, then you can cut my arms off of their sockets
and throw them out into the sea and I would be more than happy to oblige.
'Cause I’ve got guns for hands and I killed her out of passion and hers is my demise.

I see you sun
Rising up to watch
Those of us below
I see you and
I think I know
Why you were worshipped
Why you were feared
Such power you hold
And you Don't
Even know it.

No one knows my pain on the 12 o'clock train
When Sunday welcomes Monday with sad eyes
All the drunks stumble down the platform
Searching for the lights
And the open sign
Desperate to hit the pillow
And get some shut eye.
Nobody here knows what it's like,
The intensity I feel when we're together and when you're out of sight;
The difficulty to let you step onto that vehicle
Which leads you back by their side
And away from mine.
They could try,
but they could never know
how much my heart sinks below the depths of the Med
When you float away
And I am left drowning
Instead.

Please don't hate me
if I lose you
I'll go crazy
you're my everything
don't you know that?
how could you not..?
Everything we've shared
was it all in my thoughts?!