| «One step, you’re just one step from perfection» she held out her hand
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| And so life spreads from fingertips and through my veins, a beast is born
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| within a man
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| And it whispers of all I’ve ever hoped for and everything that is wrong
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| Slowly now all the words add up and somehow they crack and slip from my tongue
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| And as if singing a psalm I am down on my knees
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| I am singing for love from the top of my lungs
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| But the louder I cry the less I believe
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| That this moment we’re in will be more than just now
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| Silently I’m replacing what she lacks with the things that I love
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| And though I know I might be torn all around the edges behind her perfect
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| shell’s a rotting soul
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| So incomplete but wholer still if I am able to just let her go
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| And if this is the end then at least it was worth it
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| ‘cause I swear it was love or something just so
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| And I know love will come to the one who deserves it
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| I’ll try closing my eyes and give it one minute more
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| But I’m not of your kind
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| Someone as stupid as me should be easy to find
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| So I will treat you like statistics until it drains this love from me
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| This is no psalm, it can’t take me deeper
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| What’s only just passed seems so long ago
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| And the harder I try the less I believe you
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| When you’re standing here now asking for one minute more |