We were, I know we were just kids, 

but I still miss the things we shared

The pain was unheard, an anonymous word, 

our teenage skin free from all sins



You smelled like a garden in spring rain, 

you smelled like nothing have ever smelled again

On the beach the last day of the year, 

dressed in fake fur



Here comes the nosebleed, the sensation of fear

and along with all the red comes the tears



We said 'love it's easy, it's sharing and give 

and take and passion and flesh and blood'

Your skin in the sun, my hands on your skin, 

the last glimpse of joy



Here comes the nosebleed, the sensation of fear

and along with all the red comes the tears

Here comes the nosebleed, the sensation of fear

and along with all the red comes the tears