Vārdi: Dead Letter Office. Complications. Scarlett.

I built myself a fortress in your velvet folds.
Will my heart collapse if it's full of holes.
They say it's in the drugs. But if it makes you happy.
We'll live in a cardboard box, if needs be.

She keeps a jewel box of tears in the pocket near her heart.
Born on mornings breath. In the sadness of the dark.

Two cripples dancing, by the moonlight.
Celebrate your skin, in a dirty fight.
A world without tears, where no-one smiles.
Frozen in concrete, you drift for miles.

She keeps a jewel box of tears in the pocket near her heart.
Born on mornings breath, in the sadness of the dark.

You sold your soul.
You found another way out.
You swam for shore.
The price you put on yourself, love.

You're not alone