Ondine

You say you can walk away Any time at all Ahhhahhhhaa You say you're not afraid to die But you're not sleeping Ahhhahhhhaa You're bringing me down, so slow Bringing me down, so slow Bringing me down... You burn so cold, Lost your voice when it needed you Ahhhahhhhaa Black veins that tied you prisoner To coax your severed highs Ahhhahhhhaa But this is the plastic age The quite rage is dank and civilised You're bringing me down so slow Bringing me down so slow Bringing me down so... Tell... who made it hurt? Won't you say... who made it hurt? Won't you tell me now... who made it hurt again? Ahhhahhhhaa You ache for something... Ahhhahhhhaa You ache for something... You ache for something... You ache for something... You ache for something...