Why don't we turn off the phones, get somewhere alone? I'll trace that smile on your face, 'til the stars fade away Baby, cut off the lights, let our hands talk tonight There's things that need to be said, we can't say it in a text Got good love to be

My fall will be for you Into the blue memory We used to swim the same moonlight waters Oceans away from the wakeful day My love will be in you If you be the one to cut me I'll bleed forever Scent of the sea before waking afterwards Brings me to thee

Cut the curtains the actors have gone home The intermission is a mission on it's own So dry your rain checks you can't put time on them There is no doubt you throw your in box out The intermission's a mission on it's own Grab your suitcase we don't have

I can't forgive, I can't forget This dream was ours, but you ripped it to shreds! There's no escape, I can't reflect The distance kills me, but your presence's a threat! I will stay with you and cut right through Through the essence of all that once was

You'll find out that the deepest cut is the first time (Ooh) The first times always cut the deepest Going on, my first impression, I recall you wearing white There was something sweet in the air, babe, that summer night There will always be another time

All the time, all the time I think of you all the time 'Cause you cut through all the noise Bring me some hope By wandering into my mind Something to hold onto Morning, or day, or night You were the light that is blinding me You're the anchor that I tie

I need some more time to fix this problem Fuck I can't let this kill me, let go I need some more time to fix this Do you still feel the same way Cut the skin to the bone Fall asleep all alone Hear your voice in the dark Lose myself in your eyes Choke my

Yeah everything goes away But bones in the ground We were tight knit boys Brothers in more then name You would kill for me And knew that I'd do the same And it cut me sharp Hearing you'd gone away But everything goes away

Dear life, I'm holding on Dear life, I'm holding on, uh How long must I wait Before the thrill is gone, uh You sang your swan song to the dogs 'Cause they made mincemeat of the dreams you hung your hopes on So you cut it out, well your sins cost While

Come on little funny man, come on, come on! I would like to fuck you up the bunghole, and then I will sneak into your room and cut your cock off and chew it up with my little pearlies.