And every time you walk away I want to know what I've done to deserve you.
Was I a serial killer or a priest in a previous life?
And every time you flick your eyes in my direction

I'm either dying or I'm finally feeling alive.

Then you look away

Then I breathe again.

And your perfume fills the air of this room it's inescapable

Goes to my head like a shot straight through the eye.
And your words float around there with it incomprehensible,
And when I finally get them I accept we're going to die.


Then I look away
Then I breathe again.