Оригинален текст
Craving dissolved ghosts of Me
Night time thoughts keep flooding back
Are we damaged? Yes
Are we damaged?
Are we damaged?
Mourning what was meant to be
I hold you
Needing this oblivion
I drink it
How long could we both Pretend
That this madness would abate?
Still we're both content to dream
Mourning what was meant to be
I hold you
Needing this oblivion
I drink it