I didn’t mean to waste the day, I just live my life that way. Writing these words in the sand, feeling the blood drip from my hand and my heart. I’m falling apart from this thing you call love.
Any port for a sinking ship. Watch the band abandon it. Let the room spin out of control. A rule from a queen with no throne in her court. It’s of no great important, this thing you call love.
What is the line that they sing in the song? Is it still true without melody? What are the words tattooed on your arm? Beneath the pavement remains the beach.
Bring your kiss to the head that’s split. A farewell said through bloody lips. I felt myself become two inside. Laid down with her side by side in the dark, I was smudged by the mark of the thing you call love.
The gripping hands and the bended legs. The one who gives and the one who begs. The embarrassment of telling the truth. A lie with the intention to soothe the soul. I am so well controlled by that thing you call love.
What is the line that they sing in the song? Is it still true without melody? What were the words tattooed on your arm? Beneath the pavement remains the beach.