The stars could be ending in all oblivion But if i, was in your arms Your eyes would be my salvation I turn and befriend this cancerous silence In hopes of a life that has yet to leave the ground The days without you are too long And the days with you are hardly long enough She was buying cigarettes from a burn victim With slit wrists In a wild dedication i would set this world ablaze If only that it would turn your head one more time She was buying cigarettes from a burn victim With slit wrists She was buying cigarettes from a burn victim With slit wrists Hands met hips, heartache met lips Hands met hips, heartache met lips Hands met hips, heartache met lips Hands met hips, heartache met lips