All my greetings are dying wishes to get close All my being is caught up and tied in with yours
We’re caught up in a bad dream Our bodies acting out the sin And I let you entertain me ‘Cause I can be your everything
And you could be the dea-a-ath of me And you could be the dea-a-ath of me And you could be the dea-a-ath of me And you could be the dea-a-ath of me
But it’s too late But it’s too late But it’s too late But it’s too late
All my dreamings just a conversation with myself All my feelings just a ghost that I imagine in my head
Caught up in a bad dream Our bodies acting out the sin And you said you’d entertain me If I can be your everything
And you could be the dea-a-ath of me And you could be the dea-a-ath of me And you could be the dea-a-ath of me And you could be the dea-a-ath of me
But it’s too late But it’s too late But it’s too late And you could be the dea-a-ath of me And you could be the dea-a-ath of me But it’s too late And you could be the dea-a-ath of me And you could be the dea-a-ath of me But it’s too late And you could be the dea-a-ath of me And you could be the dea-a-ath of me But it’s too late And you could be the And you could be the And you could be the