Through a cloudy day, there was a sunny heart
That once upon a time, it collapsed apart
There are no hot winds to warm its veins
Only despair and sadness in form of chains

Who painted sky a blue so bright?
Who drew our spine with beige inside?
These violent delights have violent ends
And I would play the fool for making amends

My anger against you it doesn’t exist,
without forces and faith, I still insist
That after all these violent ends,
we wouldn’t be great not even as friends