When I hurt I don’t fear new love
for my soul has already been skinned alive.
Tear drops fall from the sky above,
even though I’m dead inside.
Love in a minute can start
beneath the fleshy membrane of the heart.
Where liquid infinity flows,
this is the only love I know.
Then the death after that minute
is worth all the little white lies.
Because a piece of a love that is infinite
is a love that never truly dies.
So take my heart and take my soul,
take everything that I know.
Because this dance between love and pain
is what will make me breathe again.