We are not the ones who fear your bite Your eyes are full of fire My teeth are white A desert in your heart miles wide How many tried to reach the other side? I was not the one who lost control The January night I broke your heart I barely bent my own on the bench in the park And you said you had known from the start That one of us would change by night One of us would change by night One of us would change by night One of us would change by night And have you got the will to survive? Have you got the will to survive? Have you got the will to survive? Have you got the will to survive? In this bed Your clothes on the ground - the lampshade The deafening silent sound Your breast Out of the cover while you sleep Who is this watching while you sleep? What is this terror in this house Sleeping under the floorboards? What's its name? what's its name? what's its name? what's its name? We are not the ones who fear your bite And although we live this pale Bitter, wicked, jealous Stupid, false With dirty feathers empty Broken, small! We want to live them all!