Smash a pretty vase of acid
And I will swallow shards, if you need someone to blame
Pour, pour, pour from my neck and my eyes
If it means you don't hurt anymore
Just twice we've spoken since
But what have I to give you - what am I to you?
Guess I'm blood, I'm blood, I'm blood
It is love you are full of
And you know who you hate
(I said you where the one)
Since then we've spoken trice
(Spoken trice, spoken trice)
But what if you were to kill me off or worse, yourself?
Stab him, wound him; do what you have to do to him
But not me and you, cause it's me and you
(I said you where the one)
Lover, brother, mother
Forever, lover, brother
Together, lover, brother
