And his spark took life in my hand and, mmh, yes.

Shivering sweet and falling to pieces
Smothered in your scent
Crying in desperation to begin breaking up with my life
This is the morning of renounced titles and ideas
I'm glad I cant feel anything, except for you
I'm glad nothing is as beautiful as your face, cracking to pieces
The music is flooding my ears, the scenery has become dull
I don't feel real, I didn't feel alive
It felt right.