and no one calls us to move on and no one forces down our eyes and no one speaks and no one tries and no one flies around the sun~

na hora que eu te beijar cê vai entender que o paraíso pode acontecer a sensação é de entrar no mar você tem sorte de me encontrar

and we will walk together psychedelic garlands in our hair but how can I love what I know I am gonna lose? don't make me choose... the fallen fruit~ the fallen fruit the fallen fruit...

i am my mother's child i'll love you 'till my breathing stops i'll love you 'till you call the cops on me but in our darkest hours i stumbled on a secret power i'll find a way to be without you babe

i wanna punch the mirror to make her see that this won't last it might be months of bad luck but what if it's just broken glass?