^AHmiGD I. I’m ^Dtired of you, it’s hard to explain don’t wanna ^Clet now pass like ^Eany other empty day ^Dbutterflies are covered in dust ^Cvaguely telling a ^Estory of the past to ^Dbe alone, to be with you ^Cgood thing that a ^Eperson can choose but ^Din the end it comes back to ^Flanguage of the body – language ^Gof me and you ref.: ^Athis could be your ^Hmiheaven ^Gthis could be my ^Dhell ^Asmile number e^Hmileven ^Gas I can ^Dtell ^Aand sin number ^Hmiseven ^Gthe deadly ^Dlust ^Awith eyes locked ^Hmitight makes us say ^Gthe words “I ^Dmust!” II. I’m tired of you, never have been more keeping my sanity just like precious gold hazy plans to get soap for the soul to wash away the filth and dust and mold rise again and aim up high dodging every word and bullet shot from you mind but in the end it comes back to language of the body – language of me and you ref.: this could be your heaven this could be my hell smile number eleven as I can tell and sin number seven the deadly lust with eyes locked tight makes us say the words “I must!” ^EmiHmiEmiD bridge: ^Emiand I ^Hmiknow ^Emithe tension’s ^Din the air ^Emiand I ^Hmiknow ^Emiwhat’s coming ^Din the end ref.:(2x) this could be your heaven this could be my hell smile number eleven as I can tell and sin number seven the deadly lust with eyes locked tight makes us say the words “I must!”