 
 
a hundred other words blind me with your purity 
like an old painted doll in the throes of dance 
i think about tomorrow 
please let me sleep 
as i slep down the window 
freshly squashed fly 
you mean nothing 
you mean nothing 
i can lose myself in chinese art and american girls 
all the time 
lose me in the dark 
please do it right 
run into the night 
i will lose myself tomorrow 
crimson pain 
my heart explodes 
my memory in a fire 
and someone will listen 
at least for a short while 
i can never say no to anyone but you... 
too many secrets 
too many lies 
writhing with hatred 
too many secrets 
please make it good tonight 
but the same image haunts me 
in sequence 
in despair of time 
i will never be clean again 
i touched her eyes 
pressed my stained face 
i will never be clean again 
touch her eyes 
press my stained face 
i will never be clean again