[Instrumental]
You are my angel
Come from way above
To bring me love
Her
You're not my eater
I'm not your food
Love you for God
Love
Shame, such a shame
I think, I kind of lost myself
A flask I drink of sober tea
While relay cameras monitor
Recollect me darling, raise me to your lips
Two undernourished egos,
There is a man that live next door
In my
I'm a little curious of you in crowded scenes
And how
I seen you go down to a cold mirror
It was
Love, love is a verb
Love is a doing word
Feathers on