Tekster: Conditions. Illuminati.

Hello, I'll press my lips to yours to explain
Sporadically use my tongue to
reiterate
In the form of an oxygen dream
I'm dying to breathe you
deeply

Someday I'll have to turn and walk away
To find my place, I'll
search this whole world over
But everything I am, you've got it
I will
return, I swear it

Don't fear, though I am gone I'm still right here
Just
like I've been for 21 years
And it's all that I know how to be
I promise,
don't worry about me

I'll return to you the day your hope is frayed at all
the ends
I'll cauterize your hand in mine, and never let go