Come to my window,
crawl inside, wait by the light of the moon
Come to my window, I'll be home soon
I would dial the numbers just to listen to your breath
I would stand inside my hell and hold the hand of death
You don't know how far I'd go to ease this precious ache
You don't know how much I'd give or how much I can take
just to reach you
Keeping my eyes open I cannot afford to sleep
Giving away promises I know that I can't keep
Nothing fills this blackness that has seeped into my chest
I need you in my blood I am forsaking all the rest
Just to reach you
I don't care what they think
I don't care what they say
What do they know about this love anyway
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