Only Death -

Through all that frantic summer sex

Well, you could summarize my bones

And yeah, we probably should’ve guessed

Those months were loans

And it was right when winter peaked

When we were screaming in the streets

We had no pity for the weak

But, damn, we’re weak

So you shot up in bed at night

I kept my eyes closed while you packed

I thought you’d lose your appetite

When it bit back

But you were singing «Wicked Game.»

I’d never felt such brutal flames

We swore that only death could make us tame

And now we’re tame