Sing from your soul, I know that there's something wrong; your pupils burst. Kiss me all over, all over, your wrists will shake and redden up. A test for your candles to put themselves out, kill the mood. Hold me on a bridge, in a car, on my lips, liven the mood. Kill all the silver hues on your neck, on your dresser. Make a mess of your room, tidy with tears. On your head be it, I will absolve myself from the weight of it. Dive in, your neck makes the sound of it, and I had forgotten to breathe. Kill all the silver hues on your neck, on your dresser. Make a mess of your room, tidy with tears. Halo crown, short fuse frown, white hues down.