Lyrics

Navy blue eyelines Cross a navy blue set A temporary slip of the push-pinned Memory hypochondriac But I am the pornography That makes you breathe That makes you feel alive And shudder to think What it's like And I can't even tell Where your fingers end And mine do begin For I can't But this could be the kiss That all others yet To come in life Will be judged by I apologize for that strap Slipped right down Your shoulder baby I apologize Because I tried my best But I am the pornography That lets you believe That lets you taste Taste the life And shudder to think What it's like And I can't even tell Where your fingers end And mine do begin For I can't But this could be the kiss That all others Yet to come in life Will be judged by Wait don't you die for me Just go This is a world That I feel I frustrated With my soul Let us define This is a world that I feel I frustrated with my hope But I won't give in Allow me to run my fingers Gently up your spine Across your shoulders Down to your clavicles As we are breathing As one together The movement starts here