This isn't exactly my idea
Of breaking in two
Of getting torn apart
Would you really
Would you really
Call it a soft stop?
Would you really call it a soft stop?
Would you really call it a soft stop?
You shut me for good
No chance that I could ever speak again
I gave and you took
No last glances for me at all
And no chance that I could heal again
Would you really call it a soft stop?
Would you really call it a soft stop?
Entangled by wild thoughts
I am almost delusional
I have the highest powers
However useless to you then
Again, I am visiting
The place where you once stood
Delusional coziness
Arms reachin' out of the mud
Shift it all towards you
First a glimpse
Then a stare
Seventy thousand red flares
See, I am living in
A state after the flood
Delusional coziness
Arms reachin' out of the mud
I cover my eyes
See, I ran from afar
Seventy thousand dimensions apart
Again, we are visiting
This old strange neighborhood
Delusional coziness
No if and no but
An eye on the clock
First a glimpse
Then a stare
Came with my hands bare
You came prepared
Prepared for a soft stop
Would you still call it a soft stop?
Would you still call it a soft stop?
And I wanted to buy
The same bracelet for you
As I did last year
Somethin' for nothin' inside
You took it
And you threw it in a stride
God knows, I love your fuckin' pride
Would you really call it a soft stop?
Would you really call it a soft stop?
Would you really call it a soft stop?
Would you really call it a soft stop?
Would you really call it a soft stop?
Would you really call it a soft stop?
Would you really call it a soft stop?
Would you really call it a soft stop?