Finch

My or may we be this way forever?
Tell me lover what will become of the other
Bones, skin, nails and flesh
On a bed of lack of passion, a medieval consequence
They worry you with all the talk of how your not their kind

Now i'm stealing her body and taking it home
There is always one more fault

Now adjust it, you must trust me darling
Subsequentially it seems you deserve more than me
They bury you while wearing garments of funeral fire

Now i'm stealing her body and taking it home
There is always one more fault
Now i'm stealing her body and taking it home
There is always one more fault

This will hurt you, it's killing me
This will hurt you, it's killing me
This will hurt you, it's killing me
This will hurt you, and I will to, and I will

Bloodloss, bloodlust, for this girl
Bloodloss, bloodlust, for this boy
Bloodloss, bloodlust, for this girl
Bloodloss, bloodlust, for this boy, this boy

But now I punch a wound and once again forgive my sin

Now i'm stealing her body and taking it home
There is always one more fault
Now i'm stealing her body and taking it home
This is forever
There is always one more fault
This is forever