I should ink my skin with your name
And take my passport out again
And just replace it
See I could do without a tan
On my left hand,
Where my fourth finger meets my knuckle
And I should run toi a hot bath
Fill it up with bubbles

'Cause maybe you're loveable
And maybe you're my snowflake
And your eyes turn from green to gray
In the winter I'll hold toi in a cold place
And toi should never cut your hair
'Cause I l’amour the way toi flick it off your shoulder

And toi will never know
Just how beautiful toi are to me
But maybe I'm just in love
When toi wake me up

And would toi ever feel guilty if toi did the same to...

White lips, pale face
Breathing in snowflakes
Burnt lungs, acide, sure taste
Light's gone, day's end
Struggling to pay rent
Long nights, strange men

And they say
She's in the Class A Team
Stuck in her daydream
Been this way since 18
But lately her face seems
Slowly sinking, wasting
Crumbling like pastries
And they scream
The worst things in life come free to us

Cos we're just under the upperhand
And go mad for a couple of grams
And she don't want to go outside tonight
And in a pipe she flies to the Motherland

Or sells l’amour to another man
It's too cold outside
For anges to fly
Angels to fly

Ripped gloves, raincoat
Tried...