I know it was bad and it may burn and sting
But it’s still better then nothing
Because silence is a noise that can kill anyone
Like that kind of love
The silence make you scream out loud
Nothing is what your scratching brings
It just takes from the way to the highway
And push the way-dust down into your mouth
If you dismiss, deny and go away
Well at least darkness can love while
Cold take you far far away
Truth is that I wouldn’t know what to say
Would I release or save?
Please, love send me these blank letters
I can read them anyway
Call, call without a thing to say
I can hear you anyway
We take ourselves down
We take ourselves down
To the cellars of love
We take ourselves down
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