Tekster: Poison The Well. Botchla.

But I adore her, but I adore her
This will never happen

But I adore her this will never happen
Over my dead body of course I think about it
Burn my path if it does, burn my path if it does

Shape my body as I feel torn
Shape my body as I feel torn broken

And if it happens I'll burn and crawl deeper in my hole
Darkness always says hello, darkness always says hello
And your burning body will light my way
Burning body light my way, burning body light my way