lungs Lyrics

Went outside to check the weather

To see if I needed a coat

We could stay like this forever

But in the interest of growth

Maybe someday we could marry

Have a place all of our own

We could decorate the attic

Fill it up with spooky ghosts

And all the shadows in the alleys

We'd invite them round for tea

In our haunted little palace

We'd eat dinner twice a week

In the pretty little valleys

They cook dinner on TV

We could be like Jack and Sally

But the cliches aren't for me

In the nicest way

I want to burn in hell with you

I would dance with all the devils

Make them see

In the nicest way

I want to rot in hell with you

I'd be floating in the fourth next to you

And you'd be next to me

I wanna be the poison in your drink

I wanna be the water in your lungs

I wanna be the wind to catch your breath

I wanna be the one you always want

I wanna be the slave of your desires

Be your placid puppet king

I wanna be the spark that's in your eyes

I wanna be the one to set you free

In the nicest way

I want to burn in hell with you

I would dance with all the devils

Make them see

In the nicest way

I want to rot in hell with you

I'd be floating in the fourth next to you

And you'd be next to me

And all the devils

In their little red dresses

With their horns and their weird little tails

With the little pointed ends

They'd be singing a song

It's the song of their people

And it goes like this

Da da die da die die die

Da da die da da da da die

Da da da da da da da da da

Da da da da die

Da da da da da da

Da da da da da

Die da da da da da da da da da

Die

Die

Die