With broken hearts, our lips meet. In mended hearts, they stray away.
If this is how it is then I’ll succeed to take what I need while you’re here to stay.
In a room of gold, your silhouette, stood out in words I can’t convey.
It’s a game of roulette and I lost the bet. In the embrace of darkness, you led me astray.
Our skin was screaming for the sun to set so I let go and you feed on your prey.
With broken hearts, our lips met. In heated bodies, they’re here to stay.