Bring new ways, bring new ways, into empty space, that you’ve made, that you’ll forget, that you forget,

The pale blank face, that you create.

My love, my love..

Your taste is sweet,

Your body’s gold,

But your soul is weak.

Held me in your arms,

felt like a damned paradise.

My love. That I create. My love...

Find new ways,

find new ways,

into the safest place that we had.

In our head.

In our head.

In our head.

That we create.

My love, my love...

Your taste is sweet, your body’s gold, your taste is sweet, your body’s gold, your taste is sweet, your body’s gold.

Bring new ways, bring new ways, into empty space, that you’ve made, that you’ll forget, that you forget,

The pale blank face, that you create.

My love,

That you create. My love.

Bring new ways...