You've applied the pressure
to have me crystalised.
And you've got the faith
that I could bring paradise.
I'll forgive and forget
before I'm paralyzed.
Do I have to keep up the pace
to keep you satisfied?
Things have gotten closer to the sun
and I've done things in small doses,
so don't think that I'm pushing you away
when you're the one that I've kept closest.
You don't move slow,
taking steps in my directions.
The sound resounds, echo.
Does it lessen your affection?
- No.
You say I'm foolish
for pushing this aside.
But burn down our home,
I won't leave alive.
Glaciers have melted to the sea,
I wish the tide would take me over.
I've been down on my knees
and you just keep on getting closer.
Go slow
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