Confess your love Confess your whole heart too Confess your dreams and I'll tell you my demons too We'll compare our stories Our trials and our glories I hope mine's not boring you Anna Muse I'll tell you the things you've said before All things you thought I'd ignore La da da da Your words become my truth Oh, my water My saving parachute Your breath is my wine Your heart is my youth I'll pretend you're mine But I am a fool I am a fool I am a fool Oh no! So I'll close my eyes And dream that you may Lead me to your room Love is my dream But love is my demon Am I still a man to you? Anna Muse She hides her sleeve up in her heart With all her salty memories stowed up part by part Young love is a blunder Young love is a farce Young love is self-serving And young love's forgot That love is no longer an art Her face had launched a thousand ships With war torn heart For just a kiss But soon some man will take the flower Soon some man will take the flower Of Anna I lost what I had never had What I created in my heart And in my bed She showed me that my words are dead Some things are better left unsaid We compared our stories Our trials and our glories It turns out you're boring too Anna Muse