I miss the warmth of your tone

Got my first 20 straights

Just to smoke it up alone

This is isolation, babe

This is demonic bliss

Could I reach for a kiss, Could I reach for a kiss

If I'm swum baby it's not your fault

I always sunk, I always sunk

You ain't used to a boy who bleeds to the moon

It ain't your fault, I'd sink in salt

Scarlet fingers, I could move through you

But to drown into disgrace fumes

This is isolation

This is demonic bliss

Could I reach for a kiss, Could I reach for a kiss

Rhetoric verses I could spill

Only to drive myself to limbo wish

This is whisky, This is ocean bed

Baby, let it take me instead

Let it take me instead...