Ooh, you're the cool on my skin
You're so sweet for letting me in
A sweet song for a black metal band
The best poems that wing up clogging garbage cans
(You join right in)
And that's why I don't mind
(Why I don't mind)
You're a dead set gaze in a world of the blind
Faith in your doubt
When you burn out
I'll be your light
To heal when you suffer
Mend, should you bleed
Just what I need
Yanking your wrist
When you go under
Ooh, you're the warmth on my back
(You take the cake for what I lack)
The sunshine illuminates just where you're at
(We mix and bend, but never crack)
A beacon, you're bringing me home
(You're lost and tied, but not alone)
A lighthouse, beyond the ocean where I've roamed
(You're in my bones)
And that's why I don't care
(Why I don't care)
I'll tattoo you on, so you're always there
Faith in your doubt
When you burn out
I'll be your light
To heal when you suffer
Mend, should you bleed
Just what I need
Yanking your wrist
When you go under
You're the remedy, oh
You're the remedy, yeah yeah
Faith in your doubt
When you burn out
I'll be your light
To heal when you suffer
Mend, should you bleed
Just what I need
Yanking your wrist
When you go under
Yeah, yeah (yeah, yeah)
Yeah, yeah (yeah, yeah)
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