You leap from crumbling bridges watching cityscapse turns to dust. Filming helicopters crashing from the oceans on the way above. Got the music in you, baby, tell me why. You've been locking here forever and you just can't say goodbye.
Kisses on the forehead wrapped in your arms. You've been hide them in the piano left in the dark. Got the music in you, tell me why. You've been lock in here forever and you just can say goodbye. My lips, your lips, apocalypse.