All the kisses taste of dust here. And it's too late to change my mind. I'm still in love with the private world. Sometimes I've got to pull the blinds.
Marching across our own screens. Our faces form all our needs. The future's not returning. All bridges built for burning. How can there be anything wrong?.
With all the thunder of love. And all the wonder of love. And all the longing that comes. With every arc of the sun. This side of paradise. This side of paradise.