Saw two pale blue hands
Burst into the air
A black hole and a wormhole
Next to the coldest bridge
Perfect points of desire
Those tired eyes and that halfway slide to hell

Golden strings, no replacement
Once you bought the pack
You keep it
Stains the house
Like glitter
Pretty, annoying at the same time

I've got trust issues
Fucked up so many times
I’m not longer sure
Way outta my mind
Don't know if I should
It's whatever, I’ll be back
Back

Fluor top
Slide my hands
Through a brand new used silk
Burns like snow, no logic
Never though lies could make
This work, by the way
I singed up, I know it's my fault

Golden strings, no replacement
Once you bought the pack
You keep it
Stains the house
Like glitter
Pretty, annoying at the same time

I've got trust issues
Fucked up so many times
I'm not longer sure
Way outta my mind
Don't know if I should
It's whatever I'll be back

I've got trust issues
Fucked up so many times
I’m not longer sure
Way outta my mind
Don’t know if I should
It's whatever I’ll be back
Back

The train left
Four times before
I'll be back for more
I'll be back, back, back, back
The train left
Four times before
I'll be back for more
I’ll be back, back, back, back