Cree Summer. Sweet Pain. Zeneszám

Stuff myself into your reason
I lie real close and cling
I'd get small I'd even crawl
For the madness you would bring

Find comfort in your tangled words
I'd be sharper than your grief
I'd gather up into the dust of all of your fears
And live in the corners of what you believe, what you believe

I'd conjure up a second heart to house your sweet pain
Love you so hard, other folks won't have to strain to hear
I'd become your shadow and haunt
For just a taste of your want
Don't you want just a taste?

This sickness is a mutant bliss
It's a slow steady shrinking into thinking
I'd evaporate without your hate
To remind me I'm still here, I'm still here

I'd conjure up a second heart to house your sweet pain
I'd love you so hard, other folks won't have to strain to hear
I'd become your shadow
And haunt for just a taste of your want
Don't you want just one taste?

I'd conjure up a second heart to house your sweet pain
Love you so hard, other folks won't have to strain to hear
I'd become your shadow
And love you so hard, other folks won't have to strain to hear
I'd become your shadow

I'd love you so hard, other folks won't have to strain to hear
I'd become your shadow for just a taste
I'd become your shadow for just a taste
I'd become your shadow for just a taste

More than any other could
I would love you
More than any other could
I would love you
More than any other could
I would love you
Love you so hard, other folks won't have to strain to hear